The zipper stopped, the dress held by my hands upon her breasts. She reached for me and turned her head. With a deep kiss full of longing, the dress...fell from her body. Arms long, hands around my neck, she stepped out it; from couture lines, to slender hourglass curves. Her deep-cupped breasts embraced perfectly by a scarlet brassiere, scarlet lace panties melded to her hips as a second skin.I traced the line of her long fragile collarbone, over the tops of her breasts, along the sweep of. Hightower" immediately corrected to "Michael One," if having two Michaels around confused her."Diana, welcome," a flurry of a woman form pushed around the older Hightower and she was getting another warm hug and a quick womanly kiss on the cheek. "We're all so happy." My wife, Lorraine," her father-in-law made the introduction.Diana found herself mentally knocked for another loop, when she was finally released from the hug and got a good look at her new mother-in-law. Lorraine was a beautiful. I would make sure I would stand next to her on the train while her husband was standing right next to her and try to get her attention by staring at her. It eventually escalated to me standing behind her on the packed train in the morning with my cock getting ever harder with the sway of the train while it bounced and rubbed on the crack of her ass. Thats when she began to noticed me. I even made note that her and her husband parked in the same commuter lot as me. And one time while we were on. Azee agreed to have a charcoal grill ready for me to give the ribs the final fifteen minutes with barbeque sauce. Gianna and I made ten bread baguettes and hoped that would be enough for Azee and the rest of us. I made Italian potato salad, with sweet onions and olives and olive oil and red wine vinegar, and Gianna made a huge platter of crudités. I made the aioli. Gianna always messes it up.Mom and Dad were reluctant to agree to swim like the rest of us, even though we compromised and said we.