The band was fantastic and her friends had made themselves scarce when the guy standing beside her had struck up a conversation, and eventually left w...th her. The key turned in the lock and they entered the darkened living room. He tossed his leather jacket on the chair as she went up the stairs towards her bedroom. This is perfect, she thought, no pretense, just a fantastic ending--if looks mean anything--to a long dull workweek. He walked past her into the bedroom and sat down at the foot. She lay down flat on the bed and looked at me straight in the face, all I said was ‘You okay babe’ she nodded and snuggled into the side of my face, she then moved her face across and gently kissed my lips, I kissed her back and as I pulled away she pulled me back and started to introduce her tongue. This time I pulled back properly and said ‘Hold on a minute, what’s all this’ She just grabbed my shirt and pulled me on top of her and held my face whilst she kissed me gently stroking my tongue. By mid-October the leaves on the tall maples in front of the spacious suburban home had already turned crimson and were beginning to fall on the well-trimmed lawn. Jane Brighton noticed this as she paused from the light housework she had been doing and lit a cigarette by the living room window. Bob had gone out to the liquor store to pick up provisions for the party they had planned for that evening, and she looked anxiously up the block for a sign of the station wagon returning to the. She was standing there in shorts and a bra as my heart was racing. Now his mom was very pretty, I would guess maybe still under forty. She was a small woman, maybe five-three, and had a really nice figure. Her bra was full and nice, she was definitely a MILF as they say in school. She reached back behind her as I watched her bra loosen, then she slipped it off her arms and put it on the bed with her blouse. "I may not be in your magazine but I'm real, Mark, not just a photograph. Do I excite.