“What are you wearing?”“Nothing sexy,” she giggled. “Flannel pajama pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt.”“Any underwear?”“Just white c...tton panties with some flowers on them. No bra. My glasses.”“You walk around the house without a bra? With those huge tits?” I asked.“Yes,” she laughed. “I’m at home. I usually wear a sports bra with my brother home from school. I’m just not right now.”“I want you to go get a glass of ice,” I told her. “And a bath towel.”“What for?”“Just do it.”She told me. Since she was alone during the day, used to spend a lot of time in our home playing with our kid.They started the following day and they planned have the classes between in the morning after Sushma’s husband left for work. A few days passed and I guess the classes were interesting as Steve started spending a lot more time with Sushma.One day I had some work at the bank. Since Ryan was sleeping I thought I would ask Steve to look after the baby until I am back. When I went to Sushma’s place to. .yes . . . please" between every kiss ready for me to devour my treat. And that when our friends started calling is from the other room. "Vanessa, Sarah, what's taking so long?" "Yeah, what are you guys doing?!??!?" And I was livid. All that hard work and I didnt get to finish!! Steaming hot pussy, right there! And I didnt get a good taste! So we laughed off our frustration fixed ourselves and went back to the the other room with our friends.I know what you're thinking. "WTF! They didnt even. ‘I love a man with hair on his chest. It feels so good to run my fingers through it,’ I tell you. You laugh softly as you reach for my pinned up hair. You say as you start to release it, ‘I love to run my fingers through a woman’s hair also.’ As you take the last barrette away, my blonde hair falls in thick waves almost to my bottom. I can hear you sigh as you lift my hair to your nose and inhale the scent of my rose shampoo. ‘So beautiful’ you murmur. My hands reach for the clasp of your belt.