Very mysterious. He couldn't remember having ordered any merchandise recently.Bubble wrap and plastic peanuts littered the floor under his kitchen tab...e. And there, up on the shelf above the stereo, there it stood. The contents of the package. A statuette. An five-inch tall highly detailed rendering of a nude woman. A very plump nude woman. And it was solid metal, shiny, silvery metal. Silver? Nah, it couldn't be.It was. A friend of his who worked at a jeweler's shop verified it. Solid sterling. Not answering, I pull the boxers up over my mound and ass. I just love it when you make me wear boxers in place of panties. It is amazing how free and very naughty I feel.Shaking my ass a little at you, I glance at you over my shoulder and see the smile on your face. You let out a moan. ?What are you moaning at?? Twirling my curly hair and trying to look innocent, I say, ?I’m just changing clothes. That’s all.? I can’t help my smile from getting huge and bratty.You get up and sit on the edge. It was late one evening a couple of weeks later. Frances and Ben had been out earlier checking around to see who had arrived for the summer. I think they were looking especially for that brother-sister pair they'd horsed around with one afternoon just before a huge storm last year. Now they were back and had gone to bed, as far as we knew.Kate and I were on the veranda, just talking about this and that, enjoying the warm night air. Next we were kissing, and one thing sort of led to. My hunting grounds are shopping centres, where I have found lonely older women go just to be close to people. You see them sitting in the cafés, sipping at a cup of coffee for hours, or on the numerous benches spread throughout the centre.If one is reasonably dressed and presentable, it's easy to start up a conversation. I never ask their full names or ever give mine. Usually I only meet them once then move on to other pastures.Almost all of these ladies are well dressed and only want company.