She kept replaying their conversation in the restaurant over on her mind. Could his self-assessment really be true? Dimensions like that would make ev...n the least sceptical suspect hyperbole.With the water at his waist, it was now obvious that her young nephew had indeed been blessed with a slim, beautiful body -- broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, deliciously articulated abdominal muscles. But when he emerged from the water entirely, Doris, slack-jawed and wide-eyed in utter disbelief,. It's kind of funny looking back on it now.He would act like he accidentally touched me. Then he fumbled with the buttons of my blouse not realizing I was helping him. When he finally had my jeans unsnapped, I felt him sliding his hands down into my panties. He slid his fingers right into my vagina. I was so wet. This was the first man I ever let finger me. It felt so good, I could have let him do it for an hour but unfortunately it only lasted a minute or so. I guess he figured he was going to. “That’s the nicest thing anybody’s said to me in a long time.”“You should think about that,” insisted Misty.“We could be your maids,” said Betty suddenly.“You girls already have jobs,” said Mirriam. “You should be thinking about finding husbands, instead of working at home.”“Who needs a husband?” snorted Matilda. “Men are too much trouble if you ask me. And just because we work for Renee doesn’t mean we couldn’t do a little light work around here. All it would mean is a little extra laundry and. I slowly picked up her arm and placed in over the front of her panties, right on top of her pussy. Then gently began using her hand to massage her pussy through her panties. It didn't take long for her pussy lips to start swelling, and a musky sent to begin filling the room. Then I lifted the waistband of her panties and slid her hand through her pubic hair and into her sopping wet pussy. I was sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit side to side and her breathing was.