Mel smiled shyly as his eyes drank in her beauty. She had always received compliments for her looks and was blessed with beautiful features, a slim ph...sique, and blonde hair. It didn’t matter to the men when she was married, she would have been a trophy fuck to be boasted about in the lunchroom. Now that she and her husband, Tom, had divorced, the skin hounds showed up in numbers.“I feel embarrassed showing so much skin in front of a man I just met. It’s just like wearing my bra and panties in. An old movie came on after the news and, thoughwe had no interest in watching it, nobody cared enough to get up to turnthe TV off or change the station. We just wanted to spend the timetogether. I finally got up and turned the volume down low and the lightsoff. Pausing for just a second before returning to the couch, I drank inthe sight of my wife and best friend serenely holding each other, bathedin the light of the TV. Bill was flying home the next afternoon and wewere certainly going to. After listening at thedoor I rush over to the window and look out to see the alley below andhopefully my escape route, but as I pull on the window I discovered it isnailed shut I pull and push on it only to find it doesn't budge, but I'llwork on that, in the meantime though I'll just follow along to lull theminto a false sense of security!After working on the window I find myself looking though the clothes in thecloset and think these are cute! (Cute! where did that come from) whilelooking. "Richie's eyes glazed over as they focused on her pussy, his mouth dropping open when his excitement rose to painful levels. Heather spread her thighs wide, giving him as good a view as she could. Her fingers, slick with her moisture, moved purposely and obviously through her slot. She sighed softly in mounting pleasure, her head tilting back as she slid two fingers into her tunnel. She thrusted into herself with a steady rhythm, sighs deepening to moans, the sofa creaking as she moved harder.