Next, I removed my vest top. I stood there in my bra and knickers.I Looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t too bad, I thought. Still fairly trim �...� maybe just a little extra on my arms and thighs, but not bad for forty-two years old. I took my bra off and looked critically at my breasts. They weren’t quite as perky as they once were. I was still a size 34C, but there was undeniably a little bit of sag. I remembered Judy’s full, white breasts, and my breath caught in my throat. I had wanted to. Your hands squeezing my nipples with each thrust down your shaft. Your hands are on my hips now and you are helping me go down and up your huge cock. I move my hand to feel your wet cock as I slide up and down, feeling your hard shaft and your tense balls. Oh you love that… as I am grinding up and down feeling you too. You push me on all fours as you get behind me rubbing your hard cock up and down my ass and pussy. Teasing me. You ram your cock deep into my pussy as I moan telling you not to. ”“I’ve done one of the most important things I wanted to do when I planned the trip — see you.”“Can we get together, just you and me? I’ll be at Toby’s party on Saturday, of course. Josh invited me. But maybe next week you and I could go to Liseberg? And then you could come for dinner, too. Mom and Dad want to see you, too.”“Sure. What about Wednesday for Liseberg?”“OK. Could you come to dinner on Tuesday, maybe? So we don’t have to rush home from the amusement park? I could invite Petra and. I knew that my husband could not be able to resist telling all his buddies about it and they would see me in all my naked glory. I was petrified, yet secretly excited about it.The day came for the event. We drove downtown to the market center where all such events are held. It was a beautiful spring day. Cool and dry and perfect. The closer we got to the venue, the harder my heart pounded. I was nervous about stripping down to nothing in front of strangers, but more concerned about being naked.