I'm married also. We've been living here for six months now. We're both teachers at the local high school. What about you? Do you work?" No, I'm just ... housewife," Jenny answered. "Alan, that's my husband, is a manager at the First Union Bank." She loaded her clothes into the washer as she talked."That sounds interesting," said Sarah as she took her clothes out of the dryer and loaded them into a basket. "Look, I'm having friends over for dinner tomorrow night. Why don't you and Alan join us?. She opened her mouth to give a response, but suddenly, looking into the eyes of the mistress, she understood what she was here for, and it left her speechless. Her mind was blank, words were at the tip of her tongue, but disappeared before she could utter them, and so she croaked and stuttered for a moment, feeling like a dumb girl. But then, as if led by a magical force, she gracefully walked over to the dog’s side and let her fingers run along the shaft between his legs. It was as if a. I asked if the bar had a reliable taxi company, they rang a company and it arrived after fifteen minutes. I got into the front seat and the driver was sex on legs; tall, muscular and very good looking. As I sat down my skirt rose to reveal my stockings and I did nothing to cover myself. He was very flirty and looking at my legs and tits which were quite obvious as I had undone a couple of buttons. As I looked at his body I looked at a growing bulge in his trousers and decided I wanted him to. It was one of those things that on the way out you wish you could unsay. Really Maggie didn't look like a slut at all; her outfit was only a little more revealing than most of the others she wore. She had on what would be best described as a very nice power suit, fitting the form of her ample (c-cup, I'm guessing) breasts and a skirt that reached to 3/4ths the way down her thighs. What I was really talking about were her shoes, which were cute and sported a 2 or 2 ? inch heel. The effect this.