That's probably one of the reasons she still looked like a k** approaching forty. My mother also had "It". The "It" that Monroe had to make men come t... attention, the "It" Elvis had to make all the women wet when he picked up a guitar.On the day I was massaging her neck and the world changed, she had never looked sexier to me. If I would have thought about it I never would have done it - but I didn't think. I just slid my hands down over both of her breasts, all the way to her nipples where I. It looked like a perfect handprint on her sweet looking ass.“Looks like you’ve been getting handsy with me, Jake.”“It wasn’t me, although if I could catch you, I might try.”“You naughty man. I’m going to have to keep my eye on you.”“Might as well, I’ve got mine on you.” We both smiled and went back to cooking. We had been teasing and being, generally, fun loving adults with each other for months.She had been living across the street for about a year, about a month after she moved in I had waved. Honey. Come here. Talk to me. Sit. He came over and looked at me. He broke eye contact and looked at my tits. I sat up so I was closer to him, and still staring at my nipples, he reached out, and within an inch pulled back and looked at me as if to ask permission. You can tough them. Its me. He finished his route to my chest and touched my nipple as if it was a button to an elevator. He pushed in hard and made my tit raise, and then let it go. Those are fucking real. Yeah. He grabbed my face. Cook at that minute was slobbering over the cock of a man she had met in a local book store. She made no effort to hide the imprint of her nipples which were almost permanently erect and it was very rare for men not to notice and she smiled at the reaction of the women they were with for they were embarrassed. This day the man was by himself and there was no doubt that he was interested, especially when she smiled and dropped a book and bent down to pick it up with the result that her braless.