As I got out of my car on the Friday of the third week in my new house, Jane was walking along the road as usual and she came over to me to chat again... Listen, she said, youve been here nearly a month and you should have gotten settled in by now so why dont you come over tonight and share a few drinks? I was really tired after a hard week but I didnt want to offend her so I agreed. Great! she exclaimed, Well see you about eight then and that will give you chance to freshen up and eat before. She unwound what seemed like yards of fine golden-gossamer material from around herself, and with each pass of the roll she was making, the remaining layers were rendered that bit more see-through.After about the third layer was removed from her upper half, I was astounded to find she had, not the 1950’s style ‘bullet-proof’ brassiere I had expected, but a beautifully delicate and lacy creation in gold and black lace! The sight of her tender young pert breasts filling such a garment and. My lips had a sense of touch for which I personally used the gloss to make it more appealing.With clear plans etched in my mind, I bent lower near to his crotch as I purposefully dropped my papers.“Sorry sir. Let me get it,” I bent down immediately as my lips were very close to his thighs and in the corner of my eye I could see a prominent bulge in his pants It was quite thick and really made me drool to get it inside me. Atleast I want to wrap my lips around his straining cock and give him the. Mmmm ..big cock, Derek. Come on, I want all of it. Hard. Don't ......be .....(gasp) gentle" I proceeded into her at maximum speed "God mmmm yeah" she moaned, repeatedly . I'm sure I wasn't that good,just quite big, and young; and she was just so turned on by the situation, and the fact that (virtually) a teenager was shagging her. She was snug, basically from superb muscle control, and my rather tight foreskin was bunched up rather uncomfortably behind my head, but I think the friction was.