"I was there just doing some grocery shopping”I smiled to myself and then let out a little groan as he twisted my nipple."He was quite a very young ...uy… maybe s*******n…”"s*******n… Did he come on to you?" Well, I had five bags of shopping and I was struggling to get my keys to open the car’s door, when he just appeared there and offered me to help." What did he say?" Oh, just asked if he could hold my bags as I looked for the keys”“And he spotted me looking at his crotch because then he asked. I don’t seduce everybody, only those who are too beautiful. Please madam just allow me to enjoy your breasts, and I won’t bother you. If your husband calls again then I would tell him everything.I understood I have no choice but came outside. My head lowered I shame. He was short; his head was infront of my chest. He buried his head in my cleavage. He opened my bra and touched my nipples. Then he sucked my nipples. He fondled my breasts too much. My breasts became his play thing. He told me to. It was so wide and soft; I could suck on it all day. I let him push me down and get on top of me, his hips grinding into me a bit. I grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, my hands running over his toned chest and stomach, lingering a bit over his abs. I really liked touching him. He felt so soft and firm at the same time. I sat up with him still on my lap and I quickly began to suck on various spots on his chest, leaving large hickeys, occasionally biting down on his. It simply refused. A few agonising seconds passed as I tried to convince myself that it had been a figment of my overactive imagination. I held my breath as I listened, just in case it was a reflection of a noise I had made as I readied myself to return to bed. She tapped her phone’s screen again a few times then the sheets rustled as she changed position, shortly followed by the familiar sound of fingers in a sticky pussy. The walls really were paper thin and the clarity the glass afforded was.