She then walked over to the car that was parked between the fence and the caravan and began to slop the soapy sponge over the car!She began on the far...side of the car washing the roof and windows making sure that plenty of soapy water found it's way onto the front of her vest and it wasn't long before her breasts were visible through the thin material but as she was half hidden by the car i was only getting occasional glimpses of her sexy performance. I was sitting there enjoying the show when. "That's good," I replied. I looked around for a box of tissues. I fumbled for a tissue and wiped my eyes. "How're you doing?" I've cried a lot and will cry a lot more." I wish I could be there," I stated and the tears started again. Of course I couldn't; I was just the woman who had been with Roger when he was killed. I had no place at his father's funeral. All the feelings of loss came rolling back. I sat down on my bed and pulled my knees close to my chest."I know, Iona. I wish you could be. His hands are now on my thighs he felt them over the skirt. He felt the flexing soft yielding muscle of my thighs. He started to talk dirty. He gave a commentary of what he is going to do with me. He will unbutton the top and look at my beautiful breasts and take good care by kneading, kissing and sucking them. He will kiss and lick my clean smooth arm pits and kiss my beautiful deep navel and soft abdomen. He will insert his tongue in my navel and then slowly unbutton my skirt to reveal the. "I never could stand Vergil and Homer. Maybe it was that Fitzgerald guy's problem then." I slid my hand under his shirt, feeling his belly. It had just a little bit of pot to it, not shaky and formless, not all muscly either. I felt a flutter of tenderness. I smoothed my other hand up the back and touched his spine with my fingertip. "I want you to share the right ones to read with me, okay?" I said, looking intently into his eyes. "Yeah, I'd like that," he said. Such a little academic. I.