By this point he was passing out drunk in the livingroom. I think that this was the point more instinctive then anything at that point where I decided that if my husband wanted the bottle more than me and my son wanted to look. Eporner What’s more depending on the angle of the mirror it was entirely possible that my son may have actually seen some hair sticking out down there. Not by much really, just that I tied my robe a little be lower on my hips and loosened the top a bit more, just a bit more than I had the second day. I had not yet developed my middle age paunch that would have hidden my triangle of hair from that angle. I reproduced the effort of swaying back and forth like I had been while pulling my drunk hubby and my breasts were slapping each other silly back and forth.
