She went outside 4 a ciggerette.she looked in her bag pulled out her packet of ciggerettes and took 1.took her lighter and lit it she put her ciggeret...es and lighter back in her bag.as she looked up she glanced and saw a man,tall,shaved head,broad soulders.he asked her for a light she stuttered saying yes.Rumiging in her bag she found her lighter flicking it alight the stranger put the end of his ciggerette in the flame and took a deep drag.Ooooh thats better been dying for that for at least. Should the need arise we can provide you with just about anything you desire, including designs that will not get in the way of masculine arousal." She paused and opened another box. "Now, this one is a bit more decorative, but the waist is somewhat smaller than the one you're wearing."It was made of a shiny black fabric trimmed with a touch red lace. It was shorter than the first one but the flare of the hips was clearer even to my untutored eye. I started unhooking the garment on my torso, an. "Yea, I guess I am".We were still standing there when she exited the bathroom. Her hair was wet from her shower, which may have gone unnoticed. She was completely naked. As she walked past us, she reached out and groped both of our crotches. "Could you and Jim spread out that old comforter on the floor, babe? I thought we could have a little picnic. No clothes allowed."With the blanket on the floor, we both sat there quietly - naked. How could we disobey? She continued to scurry about between. She had two children Sean, the oldest at 19, and Stacy at 18. Sean was always happy to work on my Fiat Spyder to fix anything that went wrong. And something always went wrong. The acronym for Fiat was true, “Fix It Again Tony”. The result was that I was often at their house. Stacy was almost a complete image of her mother except that she was still carrying baby fat and was a few inches taller than her mom. She definitely was built like her mother, although I’d never seen her mom in anything but.