As she was saying this she was putting what looked like glueon some things that looked like breasts."Secondly Charlotte, we both know what you and you... sons are going tobe wearing tonight. Do you really want to look like a man wearing acorset and dressed as a French Maid?"As she asked this she moved behind me and put her hands round my chestand pulled me back towards her. Her hands felt kind of cold and wetand then I looked in the mirror and noticed she had just stuck breastson my chest. . Looking back, I almost regret that we did so well. We may not have been in the position we were now; had we not had the money to buy the house, we had moved into eight months ago, in a small four property gated community about an hour’s drive from my shop.At the time though, I couldn’t think of anything that would have made my life more perfect. I was married to the love of my life, my soulmate, the future mother of my children, and the most perfect woman I could have ever imagined. My sex. She leaned out, up on her arms, her black hair wet and slicked back and her perfect breasts mashed together by her one-piece swimsuit, forming the best cleavage that I have ever laid eyes on. "You must be Maddie," she said, "and you must be Maddie's dad. I'm Cat. Are you all ready to have some fun?" Yes!" I realized I said out loud and much too enthusiastically, before I could stop myself.She smiled up at me. Damn, her mouth was perfect. "I was talking to Maddie," she laughed, "but its good to. Soon my lips fastened on one hard nipple, though the other was not neglected either, being rolled between my strong fingers. My tongue, which had seemed so soft against yours while we were kissing, now became a hard, demanding instrument, flickering in fast circles around the nipple, tracing the aureola, my lips nibbling the hard peak, sucking gently then firmly. Your breathing was coming in hash, ragged gasps, and I could hear you moaning as you neared orgasm solely from the wonderfully wicked.