In fact she was, what one might refer to as, having all the right curves in all the right places. She was wearing a black, loose fitting crop top with...a gap which revealed just a hint of bare midriff, with black velvet shorts and platform heels which added to her height. Master noticed two things immediately. Firstly, Phoebe had a captivating smile as she turned and greeted the master. Secondly, master couldn’t be sure, but he suspected that she was wearing nothing underneath her crop top. Her. Extracting her mouth from his, she whispered. ‘Do you want to come inside?’ She couldn’t believe she was saying such things. It was preposterous! Here she was. A 42 year old mother of three, inviting a young stud into her house! OMG! What am I doing? ‘I’d loved to.’ Came the husky reply. Before she knew it, Noella was standing on the front doorstep of her town house with Tom towering over her. She was shaking a little and it felt a butterfly farm was in her stomach. It had been along time. The sun slipped behind the hill and twilight spread over the valley just ahead of the approaching bike. I had a strange idea that the rider was bringing the shadows with him. I closed the car door and put the gun under the floor mat where it would be accessible just in case, and straightened up to look out the windshield at the rider, turning on my headlights to show him that there was someone in the car. He was about a quarter of a mile away now, rapidly approaching, and he had grown larger. ‘Want to make sure we are clean.’ giggled Sherri stroking his shaft. Randy opened his eyes to see the twinkle of mischief in Sherri’s eyes. ‘You clean him too much…and he will make a mess on you.’ Said Randy trying to control himself. ‘No problem in here,’ replied Sherri tightening her grip slightly around his shaft. ‘We’ll just wash him off.’ Sherri couldn’t help but smile as she saw the passion begin to rise in Randy. She so missed seeing a man aroused by her. ‘Okay’, said Sherri stopping..