I waited for a signal that they were ready for fun.After waiting for around five minutes, in which time I could only see the Hubby through the dim lig...t of his mobile phone, the woman appeared at his side and I could just tell in the darkness and from the light off of the cars dashboard that she was taking her top off. This was good enough for me to have a casual walk over to hopefully see some action.Upon arrival I noticed that the driver’s window was down maybe three inches and the woman, who. Her hands stopped teasing her perky nipples, and after taking each breast in her dainty hands, she very slowly moved her finger tips down her lithe body. She brought onefinger to her subtle sunken navel, and I watched as her other hand very gradually proceeded to her pubic mound, building up her anticipation, and rested there. She seemed to be savoring the softness of her curly strawberry-blonde pubic patch, and she was still lightly massaging her erect nipple with her other hand."Damn, she's. Weird, I know.I tried on everything and every time I'd look in the mirror I'd get this great shock. I mean was that me? I mean, wow! Like I really did look like a grown woman! A way sexy grown woman, I kinda thought! Not at all like a barely fourteen-year-old high school girl. It was like I was turning into my Mom. I finally picked this really tight red leather micro-micro mini and this tiny little backless white silk camisole. I couldn't wear a bra with it, which kinda worried me, but ohmygawd. When she did, again she felt the surge of love and grace. “I’ve missed you, darling,” Liz whispered, “and not just your cooking, either.”Marion just grinned as Liz held out her hand to her daughter. “Anne, I would like you to meet my dearest personal friend, Marion, Duchess of Northumbria.” Anne acknowledged the introduction and then the Queen said, “And I’m sure you remember Donald, the Duke.”“You mean, Douglas, Earl of Whitfield, don’t you mother? Donald is 82.” Then she looked puzzled and.