I'm wearing my naturally blonde hair down today so it flows all the way to the middle of my back. I'm so lucky. Even though my hair is very thick and ...ong, I hardly ever have to do a thing to take care of it. It just seems to know what I want and looks perfect no matter how I wear it.Claudette is dressed up as a cookie. Yep, high heels, of course, and a raisin in her belly button. Besides being my best friend, she is the most beautiful red head in all of Del Rio and probably a lot of other. She runs her hands over the thin material of her underwear, her husband had chosen this set on purpose. It displayed her nipples without being totally exposed. Her shaved pussy hidden from view by the thin panties, if she had pubic hair, it would be visible. Her long shapely legs covered in black nylon stockings, she couldn’t help but touch them, run her hands over them. Her nipples start to harden against the material of her bra as her mind wanders to what might happen tonight.Her husband has. He was filled with the urge to toss her on her back and make made passionate love to her as quick as possible. But he stopped himself. He wanted this to be perfect.And so did she.“Turnabout is fair play,” he said as he took her t-shirt off. His eyes widen when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. They were both panting as she fell back on top of him. Chest to breast they turned over. Now he looked down on her.“Hurry!” she begged as they ripped the rest of their clothes off. Once they were. I stood at the sink looking at my reflection in the tiles, I knew this was an opportunity I could not miss, I had fancied Maggie since she moved near to my mother ten years previous. I'd fed her cat while she and mother went away on holiday and used that opportunity to raid her washing hamper for soiled knickers. Maggie favoured silk knickers I think they were called French Knickers, loose fitting around the legs, maybe because of her veins? I would sneak up the stairs and go into the bathroom.