“I asked if this was better. Or if you wanted me to take off my bra.” Celeste’s seductive smile was all-knowing.“Only if you feel comfortable....�� Alina’s voice trembled with anticipation. Was she dreaming? God, this woman was gorgeous.Celeste’s bra joined her white blouse on the floor. Alina bit her lip when Celeste ran her well-manicured fingers over her released breasts. Alina was right about the size — the most perfect D cup breasts were topped with perky pink nipples. It was all Alina could. Amongst all the books, raincoats, and eco-friendly grocery bags was a blanket from the Symphony on the Lawn concert the previous weekend. He draped it over the back of the driver’s seat, gave a quick glimpse around, and peeled off his shirt. Once inside, he kicked the a/c up full blast and draped the shirt over the steering wheel to try and dry it out. Reclining the seat fully, he laid back with his hands behind his head and tried to relax, letting the cold air wash over him. Some time must. "Your skirt, mum," she pleaded, "please take off your skirt, I want to see you, mum."I smiled and stood straighter as I reached back, slid down the zipper of my skirt and let it drop to the floor in a pile. She now had me standing in front of her in just my panties and pumps. My belly bulging (as it does - what can I say, I'm fat!). These were black panties and didn't really show how wet I was. "Oh fuck, mum, your panties, take your panties off, mum," she gasped.I grinned, so excited that. Although your hand is average sized, it only goes halfway around its girth, so you timidly grip it and stroke the skin gently, some exitement returning to youreyes.I play with your package, on the small side, and slide a hand down the backof your trainers and inside your underwear. Hmm! promising, obviously a pair ofyour wifes (you have the defeated look of the "pussy-whipped" husband). Inside yourknickers I finger your slit .