I hoped the salon was quiet.I drove to where I knew the salon to be and parked in the car-park. Imade my way around the front and pushed the door open... It was a typicalladies salon that did hair, nails and other beauty treatments. Therewere a few ladies sitting around having various treatments, and a younggirl behind the counter."Hi, I have an appointment with Alan," I said as softly as possible."Oh, what name is it?" she said.I realised at this point that they only knew me as Emma."Emma," I. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the car. I grabbed her tits, held and squeezed them firmly, and then I too began to fuck her. Moments later she ground her pussy onto my groin, her thighs trembled and I saw her hips vibrate. Her eyes closed tight and her hips flicked to and fore as her orgasm hit home. She said, “God that’s fucking nice, fucking nice, fucking hell,” with each forward lunge. I felt her relax and I started to fuck her again. We again built up a nice pace and fucked and fucked. I was so amazed and pleased that I had. Brandon follows suit and got back into his cloths. After they where fully dressed, the two of them walked back to the house, hand in hand.When they arrived back at the house, Denise noticed the time and realized that it was almost suppertime.“What would you like for dinner?” she asked Brandon.“Why don’t you surprise me.”“Well, why don’t you go take a shower then relax in the living room until dinner is ready.” she said.“You know,” he said with a smile, “I think I will>“ and them Brandon Kissed.