Then she almost ripped my shorts up to get me naked. As for me I preferred a slow unveiling. First the blouse comes off, then the jeans. Next there’... a slow removing of the bra and letting ‘the girls’ roll free. Finally come the panties. That’s when I saw what an awesome big furry box Irish had. All nice chubby gals have such nice wide slots that seem to call out, ‘Horny peckers Welcome here.’ After playing with her hefty bouncy fun bags for a while, I reached down with my right hand to rev up. -Wow! She said, standing at the window.She was dressed in jeans and a button up blouse, casual shoes. She was pretty, in her thirties, quite petite, blue eyes; something made me think, Catholic girl. Our first lesson proceeded without incident, she obviously had played before, but her finger work was clumsy and she was hesitant reading the music. I let her play without much comment and she constantly looked up at me for reassurance, I simply told her to play on, and gave her more music - all. My hands came to rest on her sides and I leaned in, my lips meeting hers in a kiss that, given the surroundings, could only be described as being filled with raw passion. She stole my breath and gave it back to me. Through the kiss I had to lean forward, against her for support because my knees were getting slightly weak. Thankfully she began to sit, pulling me down with her, and a few seconds later I was sitting aside her, my hands beginning to roam across her body as our lips continued to. Ben had been traveling for about nine months when he decided to give me some help. It wasn't the kind of help he was thinking of when he set it up, but neither of us knew that at the time (and he still doesn't —giggle, giggle). What Ben did was hire the son of one of the guys he worked with to do some work around the house. He was to cut the grass, clean the pool, weed the flowerbeds and other stuff that Ben did not want to waste his weekend home on. He told me about it on a Monday morning as.