She wasn’t wearing any. When I was done, we stood close together, facing each other. I only had my boxers on. She was still wearing a cami, I think ...hey’re called, and underwear.She looked up at me, grinning, as her cami fell to the floor, revealing two deliciously large breasts restrained by a pretty but very functional bra designed to hold the weight. I smiled down at them, and she laughed.Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and let it fall. She laughed again, as I stared. I couldn’t. ” “Thanks so much! But you must want something.” “Nah, that’s already been arranged. Have a good day Mrs. Jensen.” “Tiffany,” she said with a smile before closing the door. I sighed and walked from the front porch back to our house. Even though my muscles were already tired, I began to shovel my own driveway. Thoughts of Tiffany in her robe kept creeping into my mind. Her red hair in curls was amazing, but my thoughts mainly kept turning to her cleavage. My teenage. His blonde captive gave a sharp moan of pleasure as Jeff gave her clamps a slight tug. Even though he enjoyed the sounds she made, it was louder than he liked. After giggling on her chain a bit more, Jeff went in search of a toy he had seen earlier.Digging in his parent's armoire, he found amongst the myriad of vibrators and dildos. It was a large blue-colored gel dildo, perfect for what he had in mind.Gently, he eased the phallus into her mouth. It took a little effort as Stephanie squirmed. .. your chest, your arms," she stammered, as her eyes roamed over my heaving body."Let me see you," I said, placing a hand on each shoulder and then moving them over her back and arms and sides and bare stomach, testing the muscles under her skin, and finally feeling the tremor that coursed through her as I slid my hand over her skin under her belly button. Kneeling before her I grasped each leg in turn, slowly running my hands over her calves, her quads, her hamstrings and then onto her firm.