She stirred and sat up yawning, it seemed she hadstopped wearing nighties to bed as she appeared naked again, her breastsclearly visible as she sat up... She had never ever done that when I hadbeen sleeping with her. She thanked me for the tea, perhaps she wasgetting soft, perhaps ready to forgive me, then;"You had better wipe that make up off your face before you go to work orthey'll be talking, you'll find some remover on the dressing table, thewhite bottle."I stared at her dumbfounded."Your. . or something.Two weeks later... Loni and I turned onto our block and we could see that the command that I had given to my cell phone over the car’s Bluetooth connection had been transmitted via my phone to the home Kenzie receiver. The garage door was, indeed, rising at my request before we even reached our driveway. And, thanks to that, I was able to drive right inside; stopping as the windshield nudged against the tennis ball marker on a cord dangling from the garage ceiling.“I’m really. Yet firm things…. Her boobs…her boobs kept me from falling to the ground in pain… while her knee still on my poor crotch and still rubbing it…and to my surprise.. It felt nice… my face squashed between her perfect breasts… her knee between my legs….i was sooo turned on to my utter surprise…in spite of the extricating pain I felt…. I felt my self so close to cum…to my humiliation…and what made matters worse… is that she felt it… she felt I was turned on still… no even more… I guess the voices I. “Thank you,” I said softly.She smiled again and said, “Why don’t you go down to my room and take a look through your Dad’s dresser. See if there’s anything else that fits.”I nodded and followed her to the stairs. It turned out to be another mistake on my part. Her thigh-high socks and short shorts left rings of flesh exposed up high on her thighs. In addition, the shorts were tight enough that I had a wonderful view of her ass as she walked ahead of me. I should have led the way, to clear my.