We drag the clothes into the back of the laundromat where we load the machines every time she bends over her dress rides up and shows her pussy and as... i start just watching her and forget what I'm doing We sit at a table waiting on the laundry to finnish I go get us some snacks out of the vending machine as I am comming back I see a guy starring at her when I look over at her you can see her pussy as her dress has ridden up. When I return to the table she thanks me for the soda and I. He forced himself to concentrate, wanting to commit every part of her, of this, to memory if tonight was to be his only opportunity. Her breasts were round and full, large but balanced perfectly by the flare of her hips. He moved his hands over them languidly, brushing his thumbs across her nipples, which were already puckered as if standing at attention. She gasped and arched her back. He couldn’t resist the invitation and dropped his head quickly, running his tongue over the top of her. She saidI would have to learn through trial and error on how to do my nails butthat we did not have the time to do that today. She dipped my hands ina liquid to soften the cuticles and then she gently pushed them back.She was happy that I had been letting my nails grow so we would not haveto put on artificial tips. She took a nail file and gently rounded thetips into a nice oval shape. After finishing shaping my nails, she thenpainted them in the same deep red color as my toes.While my nails. She has helped me understand things I was so wrong about. I always denied the idea that I was sexy and I’m sorry for not giving you the credit for trying to make me believe it.”“You are sexy, baby!” I interrupted.“Please, let me finish!” Renee said.I was concerned that Renee would snap back to the old conservative wife because she was letting guilt and doubt dominate her conscience. This Renee is the one I’m accustomed to - calm, practical, and carefully worded, not the Renee that ate my cum.