My husband offered to move it in the backyard,as we walked away and had them walk infront of us. I could see her tight ass in her shorts and it was tu...ning me on.I offered them a drink which they accepted, and from the moment on we talked and laughed and go to know each other for the rest of the evening,until about 5am …LOL. We decided that we needed to all go to bed, even though it was Sunday the next day. Monica had mentioned that she was on holidays for another week before she had to go back. The important part is that it had not been washed. Moïra’s whole body shook as she pulled the knickers to her face and inhaled 100 years of females. The knickers in those days were long and went down to the knees like in this version. They went even further in some models Moïra had. “Nice”, said Reena who was leaning against the door frame. “Who gave you permission to be here ?”, answered the house mistress pretending to be angry.Reena ignored the question. She wore only a straight rough silk. "Eenie-meenie-miny-moe, you're gonna be a pretty ho'" I said,inserting a fingernail about mid-way in the magazine and openingit up to pages fifty-three and fifty-four.I'll always remember that page and the picture of the skinnydark-haired model walking down the runway. She had a stickfigure, long legs that went straight down. The thin fabric of thedress was transparent, drawing my gaze to the dark pink nipplesatop her fledgling breasts. Her face was pretty, but she had abody that was designed. I kept up the eye contact, held her hand, under the table or on the table, and generally made an ass out of myself, looking and acting like an adolescent on his first date.Sally didn't seem to mind. If anything, she seemed to enjoy the extra attention."Do you suppose you could come over tonight — to the apartment?" I said as I was signing for the check."For a little while," she said. "But I cannot spend the night." That's OK," I said. "But I've missed you! But at least we'll have the weekend!".