"I must say Lisa dear you handled yourself very well. I noticed you hadquite a conversation going between you and the cosmetologist at Macys.What was...that all about?" She noticed......" She what? Is that how you speak to me? have you forgotten your placein addressing me?" Miss Britt, I'm sorry, it just slipped out. I'm really sorry." Not as sorry as your going to be when we get home dear, I can assure youof that. Now continue." Miss Britt, she noticed very quick I was a man and began. Lia was grateful that he'd thought to bring it. It would help against the briskness of the night air.Kevin turned to face Lia, weighing his next move upon what she did next. She kicked out of her heels, similtaneously undoing her capris. The denim pooled at her ankles. Anxiously, Lia stepped out of them and made her way over to the bed. Lia lowered down onto the surprisingly comfortable linen. Now it was she who awaited his following course of action. He did not keep her waiting long.In no time. I rolled it on. Slipped back between her legs and leaned up over her on my hands and knees, my cock dangling down just inches from her almost virgin entrance. I asked “Are you okay? You seem out of breath?”She said “Oh my god that was incredible, I’ve never felt like that before?”I said “Really? Not even with your own hands?”She said “Oh my god I want to do that again, PLEASE do that again”I said “Not just yet” reaching down and taking my cock, starting to rub it against her pussy. “First, we. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the car.