My blouse is a pale purple colour, and skirt is black. Nicely tanned, smooth legs and smart heels. I catch the older man looking at my legs, he doesnt...see me looking at him. I uncross my legs and his eyes widened and a sly smile appears on his lips. I pause, allowing him a glimpse of my panties. They are black, and already a little moist, with it being warm. I cross my legs again and the older guy diverts his gaze away. Hmm... he enjoyed that. So did I, in a strange way. The older guy isnt the. "Soon his pants were around his ankles. I so badly wanted to check out his ass but neither of us could turn much or get around each other at least not with the effort we could at the moment. I nestled my face on his chest and soon I was kissing his nipples making them stick through his shirt.With oozing relief I felt him put his hand inside of my dress pants and his fingers which were so warm slide up and down my cock. It was intimate and he knew how well pre-cum would make his jerking me. Two year later I met my wife which was selected by a wounded heart and out of mind lover. she was a great woman and was that type seeks the others attention , no matter what were the concequances . We get the first child til my sister and her husband moved to our town very closed to home . My sister get her first child baby boy , I was more than happy to have my sister back near to my family but actually near to me. her husband was american latin guy and showed good attitude to all the family. Though what do we do about theholidays anyway?" Versus Carol's lesbian radar? Oh right now that's easy: you aren'tinvited. You know very well that my mom still hates your mom and doesn'tinvite my exes or my bratty step-kid." Aww, I miss Grandma Em." Sandra gently punched Dafne in faux anger."Though you realize that you aren't invited under that logic, too? Whichof your siblings' exes were you going to pretend to be the step-kid ofthat has Grandma Em's seal of approval still?" I'm ahead of you.