" Shhh," she said, "you don't want anyone to hear you," and she pulled thehalter top down over my head. She took a minute or two to get it adjusted- i... almost seemed like she was enjoying rubbing and smoothing the fabricwhere it was stretched over my swellings. "There, doesn't it look pretty,"she finally said, turning me around to I could see myself in the mirror.Oh gosh, the halter top was tightly fitted to my chest, emphasizing theswellings, and you could see the straps of my sports bra going. She was 5’4”, no less, fair coloured, slim, shapely, with long dark hair, clear forehead, and nice features. Her boobs didn’t look huge but small, rather, I think , but you know how covered oranges turn out to be melons when uncovered. Her lips were not too broad, red and fitted for the dimples and smiles she gave. She seemed a woman who was not afraid to look at things and so her eyes didn’t dart away when they met mine. She was married. There was her son with her, a mischievous boy of 3. It. He loved to suck her tits and then go down and suck her clit and lick her cunt and then tongue fuck her.She heard his car pull into the driveway and soon he was opening the door. He grabbed her and pulled her robe off and let it fall to the floor. It was what he did every night. He kissed her as he fondled her nice firm tits. Then he went down and sucked each nipple till they were swollen from his mouth. He then stripped his clothes off and when he was naked he put her hand on his cock and told. As my throbbing cock nestled partly between her fabulous bum cheeks and slid up her soapy back, she turned her head slightly and glanced back at my face, then cooed and pulled my arms tight around her waist. "I knew it was you," Eve's sweet voice whispered. I slowly ran my hands over her soft skin, sliding slowly up to cup each breast, gently kneading the globe and the softly running my index finger over each erect nipple. I pulled her close. My engorged penis pressed between us. I wanted to.