She was a lot taller than the diminutive Nettie, actually taller than me and somewhat heavier too. Not fat but full figured. She was in a plain shift ...tyle dress so you couldn't tell how she was built except that her top was very large and was enough to hold her dress out far enough to keep from telling whether she had a belly or not. The dress was covered with a smock streaked and dotted with multiple colors of paint. Her darker brown hair streaked with gray was frizzed and stuck straight out.. Her array of materials scattered among her, invading the living room, the kitchen. Brushes, paper, clay, the paints. She is amazing. The figures and shapes emerging from the door, her gateway. She looks up and notices me gazing, she touches the door, then touches her heart, her breast, then touches the floor, the walls. It is all tangible, it is all a part of us. I kneel on the floor beside her and touch the same things, finally her breast. Lingering there I bring my lips toward her same. I could feel Peter waking me and as I come round I felt a cold breeze and realised my blouse was open and my tits were out, the window was open and my nipples were rock hard ,Pete was laughing, and there was a lorry driver along side us looking at my naked boobs, I was shocked but it turned me on and I started rubbing my nipples and turned them toward the driver, asking my husband how I got into this situation, he just laughed and said “you just started shifting in your seat, and rubbing your. Almost as soon as I was finished, he came, and that set me off into another. But then we were done, and just held each other until Ms. Dunlavy began to clear her throat.I got up, turned to the class, and bowed. Bret, following my lead, did likewise.I took the roll, and giggled when Bret's cum dribbled down my thigh. I thanked Ms. Dunlavy for the wet-wipe she handed me, cleaned up right there in front of everybody, and sat on my towel.The rest of Homeroom was mostly me finishing up homework. I.