I didn't think you'd mind...

"I didn't think you'd mind, sweetie," you say, stretching out catlike against the door frame. You part your thighs a little and the rush of cool air hitting your rapidly-heating pussy makes a rush of goosebumps erupt across your body. Cassie doesn't respond, at least not verbally. You see her thick nipples harden under her shirt and you see her lick her lips as she looks you up and down, taking in every inch of your curves and stopping at your well-manicured pussy fur and your pert pink nipples.

"I...um...." she says. You smirk and walk back inside, swaying your ass as you move, kicking the towel as part of a step while you swing into the living room.

"Need a drink?" you ask, turning to face your son's friend's mom. It just occurs to you that you'd get her anything, from a glass of wine to a beer to a mouthful of piss, or even better yet, a mouth full of pussy juice from your gushing cunny. You sit on the back of your couch, stretching a leg out and then bending it at the knee, offering her an unobstructed view of your snatch. You feel the flower open, probably already glistening with juices; you've gotten wetter faster for her than you have for anyone, except that time a couple of years ago where you fantasized about your boy's friends and your boy using you like a party favor. You could have been their first...so many loads of cum in your pussy and who knows, maybe one of them would have knocked you...

The front door shuts, knocking you out of your day dream. You realize two things. First, you're playing with your sloppy cunt and the sound, smell and feeling all hit you like a truck. You can practically taste your juice in the air. Second, Cassie is...