. rather tight skimpy clothing. I guess that was her husband's idea seeing as how my best friend would never even be seen herself in something less th...n pants and a regular t-shirt."Are you Hallow?" he asked seeming to look me over."Yes," was all I could mutter still amazed by the size of the house."Right this way," he said motioning towards the swirling staircase in the middle of the entry way.Up the stairs to the right, he opened a door which led to what looked like ... a library? It had a. I always thought you could do better." But..." But what?" Sue asked softly. "I know you've said you two were good together. Were you? Really? Or was it just something you told yourself." I, uh, I don't know. I thought we had a lot in common, but lately..." Her voice trailed off and she stared at Sue's flexing toes. "We really haven't been seeing much of each other. I mean, we get together most every week for lunch, but..." Are you confusing what goes on in the bedroom with having other things. Monica was led out of the stables towards the track, Mistress Elizabeth holding onto her harness and talking to her. Bill walked behind them slightly and followed. Jennifer walked alongside him and said ‘Is it done?’ ‘Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll talk later.’ Bill said sotto voice. Jennifer followed and was amazed to see that Monica walked with a high stepping pride. Jennifer wouldn’t have believed it but it was pride, and from her experiences with Monica so far,she seemed sane and stable. . “Fuck!” Dan sighs his eyes roaming all over my body. My fingers slide down my stomach and I run them over my skimpy, lace panties where Dan can see my smooth slit. I graze my fingers over the wet lace and push it up in between my slit teasing him more “Wow! Sandy you are one hot milf!” he whistles. Parting my legs I slip the flimsy material to the side and run my fingers up and down parting my soft, pink folds, coating them in my juices. Not for one moment do I take my eyes off Dan. Leaning.