She really did have a tiny, hour glass waist, emphasised by the wide brown leather fashion belt. All her clothes were of top quality. Spending so much...time with Mum and Maggie, I had learned a lot about women’s fashions just by watching and listening and I could appreciate quality and style and Gill had both. By the time that the ninety minute train journey was half over, we had moved on from talking about music to talking about ourselves and I had told her about my job, about the garden. Candice was 26 years old, curly brown hair, big green eyes, a cute face overall. She had a very petite frame, small and slim, but her slim figure made her chest more obvious. Her bra size should be around 85D (38D in US/UK size), and she would often wear these blouses offering glimpses of her cleavage.Because we were both from France, we naturally became buddies in the office, even if she made it clear from the very first day that she had a boyfriend.Back to the main story.On that day, Candice. .yes maybe?Elated that she had guessed right Jane quickly added in a sharper tone.?And you will address me as Miss Hawkins or Ma’am, but only when you are spoken to?Sir Charles now unable to meet Jane’s stare whispered.?You know don’t you??Jane just sniffed, turned on her heel and walked into the house. Opening the drawing room door she strolled in, seating herself in a large leather armchair she crossed her long shapely legs seemingly oblivious to the fact that the short black skirt rode up. She kept her legs closed as she did this.She realized her tits were hanging slightly to the side as she lay back as the result of gravity; the same gravity that made them push down upon themselves and flatten somewhat.The extraordinarily horny mother watched her 15-year-old son watching her. Her breath rapid, she pulled up her knees with her thighs still shut, and hoped he liked the sight of the cunt bulging between her thighs as she raised her legs up.'Watch it, son. Look at that hairy snatch.