Then she slipped on her heels.Michael admired his wife's cleavage displayed as she leaned over. She was wearing her lacy black demi bra, the one she a...ways wore whenever she wanted some lift to her perfect, but small, breasts. Her panties were also lacy black and matched her bra.Jen sprayed perfume behind her ears and then her cleavage. Then, to his surprise, he watched Jen spray perfume lightly over her panties. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her do that. In fact, he couldn't. I dreaded the possibility of her freaking out and threatening me with telling her mother, or worse. But I was also intrigued with the idea that she might just tell me what I wanted to hear. I mulled it over in my mind, even as I continued to enjoy watching her go at it. One thing was clear; she sure did like masturbating…By now, we were driving back through the thick woods. There was almost no traffic, as it was early afternoon. If I was going to make my bold move, however risky it was, I. Her friend Mel wasnt as pissed as my s*s and I joined them in a drink and to continue watching some stupid maovie they had on, after about an hour my s*s fell asleep on her chair and her pal started to flirt with me to which I responded and within minutes we had our toungues down each others throats, I lifted her t shirt and started to play with her titties before lowering my mouth to suck on them, whilst I was doing this she was rubbing my increasingly hard cock through my jeans until I. ‘I’m going to fuck his bloody wife if that is the last thing I do.’ He muttered to himself. His mood had improved considerably when he came out of the building to the fine sunny day outside. The drive out to the country home of Mr Green was very pleasant and relaxing and he took a detour to his flat to change into more casual gear, which was a T-shirt, scruffy pair of jeans and sneakers. He was certainly not going to be a uniformed chauffeur for his boss. As he pulled up the driveway he was.