She was staring at me, looking back over her shoulder, her mouth slightly open as a quiet little “uh!” emerged at the deepest part of every stroke. Blowjob sex I looked back to the board. It was just a few minutes later when I saw the door to the bathroom open out of the corner of my eye. We played quietly for maybe five more minutes, neither of us really paying attention to the game, before I saw Mom coming up the aisle from the back. “Now show me your tits.”
Her blush deepened, but she hesitated only a second before slowly lifting the low hem of the shirt over the tope of her tits. “Completely. How can you even ask that?”
She took a measured breath, staring down at the game board. When she emerged from the shower, still mostly hidden by the frosted panes of the bathroom walls, I could see her pull things from the bag and go through some complicated and time-consuming motions to get dressed.
