I knew this was wrong, but I guess I couldn't help but do it once with her as the opportunity presented itself. So she leaned up and took off her shir.... I put my hands onto her boobs. “Nice Jeanette. Perky,” I said. Then she took off her bra as well and exposed her really nice looking boobs. I touched her B-cup tits for the first time and absolutely loved them a great deal. I never felt another female's boobs before. So my first experience with another woman's boobs was shocking. “Wow, they. I went to my room and changed into a sleeveless T-shirt and loose baggy shorts. I came to the living room where she was sitting. I noticed her staring at my muscular hairy legs. Seeing her up close in that tight pant was driving me nuts. It was one of those exotic figures and you just don’t see in such clothes. He sweet curves on a tight-well build village body. I laid down on the sofa and turned on the TV. She said she will start preparing dinner and got some veggies from the kitchen to cut.. I undid the top two buttons of her jeans and slid my hand down, into her panties, and easily slipping my middle finger into her hot, wet, slippery pussy. After a while of this I suggested we get home and finish this properly, but to my surprise she said no, that it was too early and she wanted to stay out. I asked her what she had in mind, and she said let’s go to a strip club. Best. Date. Night. EVER. :-) Soon we found a club and went inside. I paid 10 euros for a cheap, small, stale beer and. Jean sighed deeply: “Mmmm—more of that, please!”“In a moment! How does this skirt fasten?” Jean stood up and reached for the hook and zipper, and unfastening the garment with a wiggle let it fall to her feet. She then reached for Tom’s belt and after unbuckling it, unfastened his trousers. She had always thought that there was something very little-boy-ish about her husband’s choice of underwear: plain white Y-fronts, the kind which he had worn all the time that she had known him, together with.