Her hips were abundant and round, and her thighs shapely and solid and sleek, tapering down into surprisingly long legs for her height. Between those ...upple thighs, Alice's cunt was bald, plump, and already glistening with the sticky proof of her arousal.The young married woman dropped to her knees in front of Roger, who caught the gleam of the steel collar around the woman's throat. "My service is yours, Sir."Roger stared down at her for a moment, drinking her in. She knelt well, balanced on. And all that after 3 k**s still.We had her parents watch them as we headed out for a 4 day getaway. On with my story, on the second day there we talked about stuff in the hotel room and I said to her she looked great and said I bet she can still get any man any age. She said she wasn't so sure anymore most young guys want women their age. So I asked her if she was up to a challenge, what she asked. well I bet you can go out with me just watching and flirt with some guys and pick one up. Well. I got there a little after eleven. His car was not in the lot. I waited a few minutes, and went in. My husband had his usual reaction; he had no idea who I was. I talked to him about inconsequential things. He answered in monosyllabic words, not related to what I'd said.At noon, I wheeled Hank to the dining room. As we rolled past her door, Ron wheeled Marge out. We pushed them down the hall to lunch. Marge had a magazine on her lap. Ron said he'd missed me last weekend. I told Ron I missed him. Her upper boobs were almost visible. She was not wearing her bra, nor wearing her chunni. I was able to see her cleavage. My pants turned into a bonner. She noticed this, gave me a smile, and called my name.Then, I and she were having tea. We were chatting normal things. She was alone in her home. Uncle was in his office and her daughter was in her college. She was also studying 12th and used to come to me to ask doubts. Shobha aunty started asking me about college life, coaching and other.