I briefly cupped both breasts and gave them a little heft. It’s become kind of ritual for me when I dress or undress. I guess I’m subconsciously c...ecking to make sure there still their. It took me a while to grow them and I never want to be without them again. I unzipped my jeans and with no small amount of difficulty managed to shimmy and tug until I got the tight fitting denim off my hips and headed down my thighs. It was a bit easier to get them past my knees and finally they lay in a pile. It didn’t faze him though; he was good-looking, kept himself in shape and, from extensive experience, he was quite the ladies man. They seemed to be drawn to his confidence and witty arrogance. This, in turn, had helped his business to no end. His women customers, impressed more by him than his actual work, had a tendency to tell all their girlfriends of this delightfully alluring man who could come and give their walls a quick once over. Aiden had lost count of how many bedrooms he’d. We sat around the house and talked to my mother until her and the k**s left around about 6 pm or a little after. Once we kissed the k**s good bye and my Mother and the k**s left I began telling my wife that the repair man would be there around 7:00 pm and asked her if she was going to have some fun. My wife then looked at me and told me that we would see, and told me she was going to go take a hot bath and shave her legs. When my wife told me this I pretty much without a doubt knew that I was. "You're beautiful, Irene," I murmured as I moved my face the few inches required so that my lips could press hers. I guess, as I analyze what I've written, she wasn't entirely free of blame for what happened? She could have easily broken off the kiss. But she didn't. Her lips were soft and they kind of quivered against mine, a fluttering acquiescence. There was sweetness, likely the 7-Up we'd mixed with the rum, and they parted to my cautiously probing tongue."No Joe... don't," she protested,.