Last call ! Maggie smiled and didn’t even look out the window of the dress shop.--------------------------------------------------------------------...-----------------------------------------------Five years later, on her 55th birthday, Mary Jane was on her way from Chicago to San Francisco and stopped at the train station of the small Wisconsin town. She went to the dress shop. She walked in and looked around. Maggie wasn’t there but she was greeted by a young lady. “I once knew an older woman. "Jen, darling, can I show you what it's like if we undress each other, slowly?"I started by kissing her, and very gently scraped my slightly-open lips across hers. She shuddered."Oh god, I really felt that in my girlie bits! Oh, please, do that again!"I was delighted; the delicate kisses that Julie and I had been using to heighten our sense of anticipation also seemed to work very effectively on Jen.I kissed her again, this time prolonging the contact as I reached behind her, and unhooked her. Well, I am off to work, honey. love you, goodbye.” He rose, kissed her lips, and felt the warmth surge through him once more. As he drove to work, he thought out-loud, “Damn, I want her--she is so beautiful, just like her mother.” His mind wondered back to last night; he was lying naked on the bed wishing Trina were straddling his cock, riding him slowly as he rubbed her clit. He jacked off, whispering her name and came so hard it hit his chin. He reached down and rubbing his growing cock. He. I kept subconsciously looking down at his belt, gauging his package, but then quickly lifting my eyes to his face (Did he see me look down?).My heart was pounding, palms damp, and my body flushed with beginnings of arousal. I was a little surprised; I didn’t expect my body to react like this.Dexter had on a snug fitting long sleeve t-shirt tucked into a faded, but still nice, pair of very well fitting Levis. He looked good: sexy as he fingered the buckle to his belt and undid that, pulling it.