My hands left her ass and started traveling up the front of her body. Her tummy is so incredible, but when my hands reached her tits she stopped kissi...g, arched her back and let out a moan. I continued to fondle her tits, squeezing and kneading and teasing. What an amazing body. I said to her “What about your boyfriend?”She looked around, then answered “Do you see him here? You really need to learn when to just keep your mouth shut”“C’mon” she said. The she climbed off me, took my hand and led. I always thought he was a little over the top on the subject until one day I looked at myself in the mirror and saw what two kids had done to my body. Then I looked at all the young hard bodied sluts who were my competition at work and decided that maybe hubby had the right idea. It took almost a year to get back to where I had been before having the kids, but once there I felt better, looked better, and had more energy and confidence in myself and after that I became a bigger fanatic on eating. I guess it had been a while since I last came, because I was surprised at the amount of cum that I had shot. Grabbing some tissues from the tissue box on the nightstand, I cleaned up, and turned over and fell asleep.The next morning I awoke to the sound of a running shower. It was obvious from the noise upstairs that most of the family was awake. I could make out the smell of bacon frying, and heard dished rattling. So I got up and jumped in the downstairs shower to start my day.When I went. The only person that really didn’t seem to think that I’m all that bad of course, is the one that makes me really nervous: Miss Carrie, the girl that lives at the end of the old gravel road. She always has a smile or a wave or something nice to say to me. It doesn’t seem to matter to her that every time I stop to talk to her that the whole town starts talking, too. And even though it causes her trouble, and I know that it does, she’s still always waiting there on the steps of her big front.