"You'll see."I could tell that she was coming close to my backside. Very close. I was thinking, very much hoping actually, that she would touch my ass... or maybe even kiss it. Or maybe run a finger or, dare I think it, the tip of her tongue down my slit. I was getting very turned on by what my sweet girl was doing with me so far. But she didn't touch me after all. I figured she had moved back to her spot on the bed."Stand up and turn around, Mommy."When I turned, I saw that Chandra had stripped. * * *Last year we bought a beautiful house, not large but in good sizegrounds, about an hour's drive from my office in the city. We wereespecially taken by two extra rooms on the ground floor, one I could useas a study, the other, just off the kitchen, Jean would have to be asewing and craft room. She was quite proud that, while in her teens,she made most of her own clothes.Even though the house was easily manageable, I asked my wife if shewanted to employ a housekeeper, perhaps even a cook a. After an exhausting workout we walked home, stopping by the shoppette and grabbing a couple of waters. Once back in our neighborhood, we parted once we got to her house and I headed home to shower. As I soaped up my body, all I could think about was the up-short view I had. Was it intentional? I seriously doubted it and told myself that Ellen was a very nice woman and I shouldn’t ruin a potential friendship by letting my dick call the shots. I settled in for the rest of the day and relaxed from. "I'm Manuel." I really shouldn't." she said. "I need to work."He smiled. "We're the only people here, and there doesn't seem much else to do. We've been driving for 2 days now and we've only seen each other, we could use some company."She reluctantly sat next to him. "Where are you headed?" she asked."Just down to Pittsburgh, so only about another hour to go."She engaged in light conversation for the next 20 minutes, with all of the men, although Manuel was the only one that really spoke. She.