She bent down to clean it up giving me a good look down he shirt. When she looked up she caught me staring and ask if I had a good look. Being ashamed...I look away and said yes then safely passing her another egg. We baked all day, we baked pies, cakes,brownies, and muffins. When we were done our clothes had flour all over them. Rita said she was gonna take a shower and she ask me to put her clothes in the washing machine then told me I could wash mine and use the shower in the basement. She. Several Candace remembered that had been less than understanding when she was going through her divorce. Some were even quite nasty to her flaunt the fact that they were still married while her husband left her for a younger woman and she was left to fend for herself. Although many of their husbands weren’t much of a catch after all the years, many having developed beer bellies and disgusting habits. There were a few of these so called friends whose husbands were still handsome and she had. Emulate my hero. But I was reluctant.He stopped masturbating and moved in front of me. Tugged at the tail of my shirt. "Come on. It's OK"I went along with it and felt him stripping my shirt off my body and up over my head. I looked up at him and had an urge to cover my nipples like a girl. But I didn't I sat there looking up at him as he stared at me. His erect cock swayed gently. He bent down and grasped the top of my shorts."Lift up your hips so I can pull these down" he just murmured it. It. Now, the struggle to hold in all ofthose feelings was driving me wild, almost as much as the hard cockpounding away between my legs.We quickly found a hard, fast rhythm that we knew couldn't last. I justfelt so good, and the wickedness of doing this in such a public placewas driving me even more wild. If I looked carefully through the bushesI could see the edges of people walking by. They were so close, and yet,if we kept quiet, they'd never know just what was happening.Still, we were panting,.