I had no idea who she was, but she looked ultra-fine. Her jean shorts were rolled halfway up her calf, exposing long, tanned legs. The vest she wore o...er the small green T-shirt was short and sexy. A second later when my eyes reached her face, she grinned and started walking away. With a start I realized it was her, the girl who'd freaked the hell out of me three weeks ago. That face had been grafted onto my memory!Despite the long black hair, I was sure it was her. She must have been wearing a. Her eyes were those of a deer trapped in headlights, trying to decide if she should stay or run. Evidently the latter option won out and she kissed me again, holding my head between her hands. I responded by putting my right hand around to the small of her back to keep her steady while my left hand made it’s way up and down the soft silk of her blouse, then I tentatively slipped it inside, feeling the flawless expanse of skin for the first time. She responded by moaning into my mouth, pressing. Margie had driven me to masturbation since the 8th grade. She, along with her best friend, Barb, had the biggest tits in school. Large tits just drove me wild. They still do but I have learned that small ones can be just as much fun. As long as they are natural I just adore them.When Margie and I were first married we both worked and I was always doing side jobs to try and save for a down payment on a home. Her dad had bought the house next door to his own home and asked me to rewire it. I. Marialooked at her uniform and didn?t know if to laugh or to cry. How on earth wasshe supposed to serve drinks and other entertainments dressed like that? Herbark-collar, ultra-high heeled boots, fishnets, a leather corset, a cap andlong rubber gloves, everything in dark, shiny black. That was all, her titswould be on display same as her pussy and ass. ?You?llstart on Monday? the Club owner, told her now blatantly fondling her ass. ?Thefirst week you?ll be attending tables just to warm up,.