" He breathed. "What do you say I return your favor, now?"Malcolm turned me around and pulled me into him. He slid a hand down the front of my running...shorts and swiped his index finger through my wet slit. I moaned as he pulled me down to the ground and seized my shorts by the waistband. His eyes went wide with delight as he saw there would be nothing else to remove. What was the point of wearing underwear to track practice?He held my shorts to his nose and inhaled sharply."You smell fuckin'. This story is about my “step mother” or as my siblings and I call her my dads wife. My parents were divorced about 20 years ago or so and my father remarried not to long afterwards. He married a woman about his same age and we will call her Florence for this story.When I met Florence about 20 years ago she was a very quiet woman who back then was not to bad looking for a woman in her late 40’s but as time when on I could tell we didn’t see to many things eye to eye. We never really hit it off. You smile like you do when you want to ask for something and give me the big green eyes and say "Honey, can I ask a big favor of you?" I look a little nervous when I reply, "What is it?" You playfully say "Remember I was supposed to go over to Jill's tonight for one of those girl's parties," and I nod. "Well, she had a pipe leak in the kitchen everything is a mess." I look and say "She needs help cleaning it up or getting it fixed?" "No, nothing like that, she already has a plumber scheduled. The dress was slightly lower cut in back and slightly looser up top, it was also black velvet or some such material. The nightee was sheer stretchy stuff.At another shop, that was just this side of a sex shop, I bought her a micro mini that was tight as hell and maybe seven or eight inches wide. It barely covered her pussy from top to bottom. She couldn't hope to bend over at all and keep covered. I think it was intended to go over a bikini bottom and be worn at the beach, but that wasn't about.