He always liked Patricia and believed she made a great wife for James. Her quiet demeanor offset James’ bombastic outbursts but also hid a strong de...ermination. She was not afraid to speak her mind but she also knew when to hold her opinions. She was not the beauty Catherine was and no one ever said she was. Her brown hair framed a pretty face and a smile that could captivate those she liked. Since her marriage and the birth of two children, she had gained weight. Though not matronly, she was. It’s just a long skirt and white shirt, sometimes I’ll wear a shorter skirt in the summer,” she told me.“How short?” I pushed on.“Why?”“Because…I just want to know,” I could see she was smiling at me so I knew she wasn’t annoyed at my questions.“It’s about…knee length,” she said.“Oh,” I mumbled.“You sound disappointed.”“I was hoping you’d have like a proper uniform, like the girls do, a white shirt…black shoes and a nice black or grey pleated skirt…the shorter the better,” I said with a wink.. As we kissed, she got more physical moving her hands down my back slowly. My hands were soon on her butt and I and grabbed her cheeks as it as I kissed her. Our tongues intertwined with each other as she held me tighter. I slowly raise to dress until my hands were on her panty covered ass, I uncovered it and was massaging her cheeks. I moved my hands inside of her panties and felt the flesh of the mounds of her ass. I use my hands to grip the bottom and raise her off the ground. As we continued. I held on and licked for as long as I could before she finally twisted away.I sat back and looked at her, knowing my face must be a glistening mess from all her juices. I was somewhat flaccid and sat back on the chair I was sitting in before and stroking myself as I looked at her huddled on the bed. I walked back over, sat on the bed and gently stroked her side and back until she finally started coming around, about 10 or so minutes later. She looked up at me, smiled and said "that was.