A young lady came over to me smiling a very warm welcome. "Hi I'm Holly, can I help you" . Before I could answer her fingers moved to a very sexy pair...of silk panties. "These are just perfect and I'm sure we have your size" .Her eyes never left mine, "I assume they are for you, we also have gorgeous basque which would fit you perfectly". Feeling the basque and looking at the panties was making my cock twitch. "why don't you go into the changing room at the far end and get undressed, the only. He drank too much. He worked too much. He went out with "the boys" too much and increasingly took Angela for granted. She of course responded in kind with a distinct disadvantage... she was raising the kids, did all of the household chores, including the cooking. The marriage might have crashed if it wasn't for the help of her mother who loved taking the grandkids for the weekend, or the week if Angela was out on our business trips. Angela was over worked, discouraged most of the time, and yet. ’ She cleared the dishes from the dining room tableand carried them into the kitchen loading them into the sink. Her mind whirling as she found herself drawn inexplicably to Trevor’s charm, There was something that held her captivated about him maybe it was the darkness of his mysterious eye’s. Trying not to dwell on the subject she got busy scrubbing the dishes and laying each one in the dish rack to dry. She went into the parlor which was elegantly furnished with a grand piano as its. She stood before Steve as he stripped off his clothes, making her breasts move across her chest — showing them off to him. Her skirt came next, only one button to undo, and she flung it across the room to collapse in a corner. She pulled the tap pants over her hips and let them slide down her legs as Steve's briefs hit the floor. He stepped out of them, naked, as Sara ground her hips at him. He was long and thick and hard. Sara stood before him in her stockings and high heels, hands behind her.