“No,” I admitted, “it’s been a very long time…” She was walking towards me now, still with that smile on her face. “Hello, Mrs Newsome,...�� she said as she reached me, holding out her hand quite formally. “Hello, Sue-Ann,” I replied, taking her hand between mine, relishing the feel of its firm softness, and leaning forward to kiss her cheek, “what a beautiful young woman you have become. Please, call me Laura.” She turned her head to return the kiss, leaning into me and putting her left arm. It was out in the country we were driving down a long dirt road. when we pulled into the driveway we saw a old 2 store farm house but it looked really nice. it had a pound , nice shady tree's too old men were sitting out on the front porch it was a full rap around . both men in overall's looked to be around late 50 early 60's . My wife get's out the car and look's around she was wearing a short mini skirt a white very thin see thru t-shirt and of course no bra with a pair of black sandles for. I continued down, tracing his collarbone. I used my tongue to trace a single line down the middle of his chest. I could feel his breathing gently raising and lowering me with each breath. The scent of his skin was divinely intoxicating. My hands gripped his upper arms as I began to lick soft circles around each areola. His breathing started to quicken as I shivered with great desire. Once his nipples had hardened from the feel of my tongue and lips gently teasing them, I continued kissing his. Somehow, some way, I've got to help him, show him what Debbie really is. Somehow, some wayThe handsome teenage youth returned home shortly past five that afternoon. Bette heard the sound of his Corvette as it entered the driveway; she was in the kitchen, preparing a platter of cold cuts, sipping from a glass filled with ice, soda, and more of the bourbon. She felt faintly drunk, but not enough so that it would hamper her movements or her speech; still, she knew she shouldn't have had so much to.