Yes, a face, pale white skin, glasses, short straight hair... a lady.Or perhaps I should call her simply, a woman, 'lady' may be pressing the boundari...s of that term.In fact, she was as I had guessed, an older lady. Just how old was difficult to ascertain in the dim cabin through slotted eyelids.By the continued movements of the hand and the direction her eyes were aimed, right at my crotch, it was obvious she hadn't realized I was awake and looking at her.Damn, that hand felt good! No longer. It was a shock for her and all of us when her husband left her when I was about 18- I could hear her tell my mom what a slut the new younger girlfriend is and how she probably “let's him do all the dirty stuff he always goes on about”- I spent a while wondering what that dirty stuff could be. I noticed around then that she started dressing a little differently- shorter skirts and lower cut tops showing off her big tits. I could swear she was sometimes knickerless too from the brief glimpses I'd. Jake quickly went to his room and closed the door behind him. Cedric was really happy to see Jake carefully hiding his panties in his room. Phase one was a huge success. Jake spent the rest of Saturday cleaning. He was concerned about his obsession over panties but wasn't going to ask anyone about that. Cleaning helped to keep his mind off of it, so clean he did. He vacuumed all the rooms, except his roommate's, which was locked. He mopped the tiles and wiped the counters. He dusted the. I followed her like a puppy, ready for whatever she had in mind. We went into her room where she had her bed pushed over to the windows, which were all open to let in the beautiful day. She sat on her bed and told me to come over next to her. I sat down, and we picked up where we had left off downstairs. Now I let one hand rest on her tummy, and then slid it slowly up to her tits. As I reached them, I confirmed what I thought, no bra. I felt her nipples sticking out, hard as bullets. I.