One hand trailed around her waist, while the other touched her breast. Then Bernadette felt the first soft touch of Sherri's lips, as they gently brus...ed hers. The warm breath of Sherri's against her. The smoothness of Sherri's caressing lips. Bernadette felt as if her spirit was flowing into the depths of Sherri. Bernadette reached to pull Sherri closer to her.Bernadette felt Sherri's arms holding her tight, around her waist as Sherri wrapped around her neck. Bernadette immediately felt the. It’s nice to know there’s sex after thirty.”Jenny gave Rob a smack on his bare ass. “You goof!”“Don’t do it unless you want me to spank you in return,” Rob said.Laughing, Jenny smacked him again.We left the bathroom wearing our robes. Mom and Dad waited for us in the recreation room. Mom sat on a chair, thumbing through the cards the girls had made for the dice game.Looking up, Mom chuckled. “These are hilarious. Who came up with all of these things?”“Jenny, Becky, Amber, and me,” Kelly. Mrs. W. was a frumpy, lumpy old redhead, with a wide ass and a prominent boob shelf jutting from the shapeless sack dresses she wore. To my nineteen year old self, she seemed ancient, although I suppose she was somewhere in her late fifties to early sixties. My room was on the third floor of the old house, sort of an attic under the roof with sloping ceiling and two dormer windows. There were two overseas grad students on the second floor, who I rarely encountered, and Mrs. W. resided on the. She was wonderful, Leslie Ann, wore very little makeup, wore sexy but conservative clothing, was just on the other side of thirty years old. I think it was perhaps because she could be your friend from school or a neighbour or even your sister. She was 'real'.Then again, maybe it was her loud and wonderful orgasms. The first I saw made me speechless, it couldn't have been fake I told myself over and over. No one could control that many muscles while sweating... and the animal noises of bliss.