I had always liked to look at her breasts, but had always made sure she didn't catch me, fearing that things miught become awkward between us. Tonight... however, she had caught me. She was wearing an impossibly short miniskirt and a low cut white shirt that had no shoulder straps and stayed on simply by being tight. Under this she was wearing a slightly higher cut brown spaghetti strap shirt that squeezed her breasts together and showed off a wonderful amount of her 33c cleavage. When she had. It was only last year that she married a fireman from across the river and I suspect he packed a sizable hose to keep her flame of sexuality smoldering far from public view. Her first offspring was a set of twins and she seemed well-suited to maternal expressions. It was obvious she was more of a responsible homebody than some nymph of sexual desire when she was with me in my formative years.My Sue was definitely not the motherly type.She was all sugar and spice until the moment of truth. Jeremy sighed in pleasure, savoring the hot, wet, tight feeling of finally coupling with her. Slowly, smoothly, she guided him down until he felt his hips resting on hers.He waited there a moment. He wanted to wait longer, maybe forever, wrapped in Petra’s beautiful pussy, but after a few seconds she rolled her hips and he felt her hands on his hips, urging him onward. He responded immediately, wanting badly to impress his lady, pulling back partway and pressing down again.She clenched tight. Um, the blue chambray shirt with the tail untucked might be the right touch, comfortable and classy, and a little on the sexy side. Wouldn’t hurt a bit to “tease” John. Watching herself in the mirror, she slid into skimpy black panties, the ones with the lace – not that anyone will see them but me, it’s just that I know I’m one sexy thing with these on, and that counts. The Get-Together“Hi,” said John at the door.“Hi yourself!” said Kelly, sweeping inside with a flourish and smelling.