I felt her flexing the young muscles of her pussy around my cock and I brought my hands up to stroke her naked thighs. Sophie smiled at me. “That�...�s nice…” she whispered and I continued to rub my hands up and down her legs and then slid them under her T shirt. She giggled as I moved my hand up her tummy to where, in a short time, her breasts would form although now they were just two soft bumps.“They’re my boobies!” She exclaimed and both Jenny and I laughed. “What’s so funny?” she demanded.. As i reached the entrance to my wifes workplace i so it was shut so i pressed the intercom waited for a couple of seconds then my wife answered to say that i should go around the rear entrance that she would be waiting there for me.And sure enough there she was wearing a tight pencil skirt and tight blouse to show off her beautiful 38d's she kissed me and said that she wanted show me something,as we entered the building i noticed her ass was as round and beautiful as ever and i commented to her. The outfit was not too revealing but not ultra conservative either.Her doorbell rang and she answered to find Phil, and glancing at her watch, she saw that he was very early. He handed her a wrapped package and she quickly sat on the couch and opened it. Inside she found a matched set of bra and panties. She chuckled silently to herself as she looked at them. The bra was black with two hearts, one over each nipple. Each heart was white alternating, with red jewels that looked to be rubies but. But I resisted. I resisted the almost overwhelming urge to take it all off and get into you as soon as I could.You were wearing a tight black latex mini-skirt, that hugged your body and sparkled as it reflected light of its freshly oiled surface. Underneath the skirt were my favourite sheer nylon stocking, with the fashioned heel and seam up the back. The stockings were attached to a new purchase, an 8-strap suspender belt with metal clasps, ala Dita von Teese. It cost a fortune! But was worth.