He really didn’t want to do it in front of her bouncy, happy friend. He tried one last ditch attempt for privacy. “Are you sure Mrs Hounslow? What...I have to say about your husband will not be complimentary. It’s of a most personal and, um, intimate nature?”Helen was not to be swayed. “Come in Mr Petersen. Like I said, whatever you have to tell me about George, you can say in front of Susan. I doubt either of us will be shocked by what you’re clearly dying to tell us about. Anyway, who are you. The figure-hugging dress that fellover her voluptuous figure and down over the petticoats, flaring out.And the shoes! Auntie always wore at least three inch heels, held aroundher ankles with such dainty straps. Together with her coiffured hair,also in a Fifties up-do style, understated make-up and her jewellery,usually a pearl necklace and bracelet... oh, such a wonderfullybeautiful woman to me. If only I had time to dress up fully like her andthe skills to do so, But no, she's only gone to the. I had better be careful, I could fall in love with her!Mike had taken over the orchestra, while Nan and I had a very chaste kiss, then she walked off the stage. The applause was very nice. I saw and heard some employees in the back of the place who enjoyed it as well.“Of those who haven’t performed yet, who here knows the song, “No Air” originally performed by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown, and on GLEE by Rachel and Finn?”While the orchestra was finding it; Amongst the many, I saw Peter and his. Jennifer licked her lips when she saw Lucy’s pert, full breasts and her juicy-looking nipples. Then she looked down and saw her neatly trimmed pubes. She gasped with surprise. “Aaah what happened to your fur?! “I like it like that,” said Lucy. Jennifer licked her fingers and slipped the two longest ones between Lucy’s legs and in between her pussy lips. A shiver ran down the length of Lucy’s spine as Jennifer’s fingers dabbled against her moist labia. Jennifer looked into Lucy’s eyes and as she.