From time to time, we would let outsiders in, but that was with the hopes of getting some type of sexual favor, or at least a few good make out sessio...s in return. Regardless of the outcome, we had fun. Over the years our interest in sex grew, with Billy and I trying to untie the girls tops while swimming in the lake to climbing the walls of the bath house in an attempt to sneak peeks at unsuspecting female shower takers. In between there were those awkward teenage make out sessions. Linda was. While we were embraced, Julie came in behind us with a plate of tomatoes and a bowl of lettuce.“Leave the poor lad alone, Sheila! At his age he can’t take too much excitement!”“He started it!”“You did, did you? Oh well, as long as you don’t make any promises that your body won’t be able to keep!”I pretended to be offended. She’d certainly not complained about my performance an hour earlier!She just giggled in that endearing way, and fluttered her eyelashes at me. So did my wife of nearly thirty. It was giving me goose bumps.She also noticed the same and one day asked that you are behaving strangely these days.But I talked her into other topic and she forgot. As I was helping in her daily chores, I used to wash her clothes, sometimes her bra and panty were also there.Oh, my god, the smell, I couldn’t control, I was getting an instant hard on from those used bra smell. And there were stains of her breast milk in those bras.It was very apparent in her black bra.Which was oozing from her. "Elizabeth's eyes lit up with promise. "We could go to my apartment," she told him. "It's within walking distance."Outside the restaurant, Frank was keenly aware of the sharp click of her high heels on the sidewalk. She was wearing black patent leather spike heels and pointed toes and, despite the hosiery shortage, sheer dark brown nylons. He had noted earlier that her stocking seams were perfectly vertical, and emphasized the swelling curvaceousness of her full calves.Her apartment proved to.