On the drive home, I got to thinking about Becky. If a more perfect woman existed, I could not imagine it. She was 18, had a rock hard body, and a p...ir of gorgeous knockers that stood out proud from her chest. I had often fucked my wife thinking about Becky, and actually wondered sometimes if my wife had chosen her as our babysitter so that I might be able to have some fun with her.But this story really isn't about me and Becky, but what happened afterward. I did get home a lot earlier than. He was so good at this. She’d told him once before he probably earned a Ph.D. in Oral Arts while he was in college. All the women before her would have been very happy with his predation. “Service me until I tell you to stop.”She raised her goblet for a sip and then languorously spread her arms out wide to simply lay there with her heels dug into the sheets. Tonight she desired a man who knew what to do with a MILF in bed…and who wouldn’t muck up the moment by saying something at the wrong damn. “I like you,” Tom said. “Well, I can be very kinky.” . “So yeah, I guess I like kinky.” “We’ll see,” she said and she was suddenly up flitting around the room. She went into the bathroom. Tom couldn’t get over how young and lithe she was, how perfect her legs and ass and tits were. Tom gazed at the ceiling thinking about his fantastic luck. “Jesus, your tits are magnificent,” he surprised himself in saying out loud when he raised his head from the pillow to watch her walk toward him. She. * Chapter 21: ‘Do you still have the lovely black dress you wore on our first date?’ Bill asked Zena when she answered the phone. ‘No Bill, I don’t keep my clothes that long,’ she laughed. ‘Too bad. It was very sexy and it made you look even more beautiful. That’s the dress that made me fall in love with you,’ he said seriously. ‘Well, it wouldn’t fit anyway, but I do have another one that isn’t too different. Maybe I’ll wear that one.’ ‘Excellent idea. I have another restaurant in mind. I want.