It was small and plump and her jeans hug around it perfectly.She gave us a ride home and we decided to smoke and then go swimming.She made a comment about how Donna would forget her head if it wasnt screwed on.My biggest surprise came after I told Denise I had never used a condom before.Melissa tip-toed a little closer to the door and heard the unmistakable sounds of sexual pleasure.Awww…my little baby’s all grown up, Melissa thought to herself.It was a little after ten-thirty so at least the rush hour traffic would have died down.Melissa was a forty-four year old, recently divorced mother, whose daughter was home from college for the summer.
Melissa expected to find her little girl’s fingers in her panties, playing with her love button. Melissa thought to herself as she spotted Jeremy through the crack in the door.
Melissa imagined that Katie would probably sleep until noon, so she’d just slip in, grab her phone and not disturb her.
When Melissa got home she quietly went up to her bedroom, grabbed the phone from the charger on the nightstand, and was about to head back out when she heard some soft moaning from Katie’s room.
It knocked me out, and by the time I came to, he was gone.
I checked and his clothes are still here, so I guess he's coming back." "Good", I said,"When do you think he'll be back?
" "He's probably gone to see his buddy Bimbo Franklin, that guy agrees with everything he says, so he needs to be told he did the right thing so he can still feel macho." "Anyway, I have another surprise for you, Billy." She got up from her chair, turned around and bent over and I could see that she had split the seam in the crotch of her jeans, exposing her crotchless panties and the curly brown hair around her cunt.
She straightened back up, and there was no sign whatever of the open seam, so she looked perfectly normal.
Denise said she didnt mind that Donna and I were having sex, but what she did object to was the possibility of becoming a grandmother.
I tried telling Denise that the condoms werent necessary, but this simply frustrated her.
She looked at the tent in my pants and said, "let that thing get some air, sweetheart, he's smothering in there!
She then went over and on tiptoes, bent over the table, reaching back and pulling the jeans and panties apart, along with the lips of her cunt, which was oozing her grayish cunt lubricant.