I was sitting on the side of the bed when Lesley came home and called to her to come straight up.She walked into the room and saw me, a frown crossed ...er face for a moment and then she smiled. I put my hand into my bra and produced the cash and counted it out onto the bed. She pounced on me in a second and demanded to know all the details.So, that's how it started, how I developed my skills to provide a second income. Have I been back to see Peter again? Yes, several times in fact. He likes to. I'm just not ready for too much personal contact, yet." You really are old fashioned, aren't you? Would it bother you if I gave you a hug right now?" It would, but only a little, so don't let it stop you. It won't bother me as much as I'll like it." Come here." She pulled me into a hug and the only place for my hands to go was around her so I hugged her back. It was nice, very nice and it was my turn to smile."I'm glad you're in my life, Rob, you make me feel good about myself and about us.. The was a lot of cleavage, which I could peer down as we approached the designated room. It wobbled deliciously and I mused on the brassiere that was supporting her vast mammaries. Somewhere in the future I might get into her changing room and check out the no doubt clever piece of underwear design – plus girth and cup size of course.Sitting at the piano I got her to try some scales. Standing next to her I explained the source of our voices, the diaphragm, which proved hilarious to her as she. Her light-brown breasts were large, full, round and heavy with large brown areoles and a beautiful set of nipples that were ½ inch wide. Vanessa's stomach was nearly flat with only a small hint of midriff bulge that complemented a mature woman's body. Her delicious hips flared gently and were full with rounded buttocks that were surprising supple for a woman in her forties, much less her fifties. Her legs were indicative of the former college sprinter she used to be and jogger that she now was.