Jennifer's husband grunted a greeting as he continued knocking drinks back and ignoring the request to head to the buffet line. While enjoying my afte... dinner coffee and listening to one of the other males relate a story I became aware that Jennifer's hand was resting on my upper thigh. Feeling bold I allowed my hand to rest on her upper thigh. I felt a firm warm leg underneath her silky dress and saw her face flush for a second before she smiled at me. Soon it was time to begin the festivities. He was about fifteen years younger than us and more likely to suggest dancing than her usual friends, but still I wasn't completely buying the "some club in town" story. She'd previously told me that this guy had flirted with her a few years ago. Now things could have easily gone a step further and my imagination had been doing overtime the night before while I lay in bed with an aching cock wondering when she would return."But you were looking so hot last night and I know he fancies you. I. Okay. Sure. They did look about the same age. She was the same build as Mom but had smart shoulder length bronze colored hair framing her face with big brown eyes between dark lashes, a distinguished nose, full lips with a cutely pointed chin. To my Eighteen-year-old sensibilities, she was what my age group defined as a bit of a MILF and then some judging by the obvious abundance of her bust hidden underneath her plain white blouse.Doctor Meadows turned to me as we sat in front of her desk. On. She wasn’t 100% sure, but she knew how she could be. She left the bedroom and headed downstairs, bustling past J.T., who was watching football and waiting for her. ‘You ready, babe?’ he asked. ‘Just a second.’ ‘Where are you going?’ he asked, getting up off the couch when he saw how quickly she was moving. ‘I’ll be right back, hon, I promise.’ She headed to the end of the hallway, not sure if J.T. was following her or not and really not caring. If she was right, he’d be the first person to know.