"Catherine snuggled in deeper, driving out the air between us, as she bared her soul before sharing with me what it is she wanted out of our relations...ip. I was determined to let her talk until she found the words she was searching for so anxiously.It was a long time in coming. Catherine shared all her love affairs that came before that summer, and the few that she experienced after it. As I listened and absorbed all she had to tell me, I realized Catherine was talking to Catherine, and I just. She always wore lingerie underneath as it was the dress code for all employees. I found the front, ripped them opened and felt her bare hot pussy. It was momentary before she stopped abruptly and took a step back, peeled her dress off revealing only her black lace bra which barely held her breasts in, black suspended stockings with seams all neatly tucked into black stilettos. No underwear was to be seen. She was so fucking hot.She slowly brushed herself up against me and licked the back of my. Nothing's going to change that. But you've always been so reticent to talk about yourself, and I'd really like to know the things that shaped the person I love. What was it, child abuse? Poverty? Something bad?"She sighed. "I wish I could tell you it was any of those things, but it wasn't. It was just, you know, something I got started doing, and it paid well, and ... well, I kept on doing it." Oh?" I prompted. I really did want to get to know her better. Not the person she was now, after three. I rode up on the bike and Shelly come to meet me. All smiles and nice. I asked her to ride with me on the bike for lunch first then we could come back for a quick swim. She was hesitant, very, but I talked her into it. She climbed on the back, very scared and told me not to tell anyone. This was a great sign! Her big old mommy tits were pressed into my back as I took off and I pushed back between her legs so I would be bumping that pussy and clit in her shorts. I let my hand ride on her leg.