In her summer dress, Mrs. Stevens had her full cleavage on display. The taller of the two boys spoke, “Hello, Mrs. Stevens? I’m Kevin. This is my ...riend, Steve. We go to school with your son, Josh, and he said that we should stop by and say ‘hello’ when we got into town.”The two recognized the big titted milf immediately, having checked her out on Facebook. That same smile. Those big jugs. She paused for a moment as if debating whether she should let them in. They seemed like good boys, and. Their first meeting had been at the party thrown by a mutual friend. The party had turned out to be pretty dull, with most of the guests way out of their age groups. Patty had been invited to add some glamour to the event. In this she excelled, dressed to perfection in a short, white dress with a pleated skirt.A Week PreviousHer 36DD tits were barely concealed by a plunging neckline, which showed off the pretty lace top of her π-cup bra that allowed her proud nipples to push through the thin. Will you wait for me in your chambers?" "Maybe I should just wait here," I suggested with that smile I had learned from Mother. The one that could heat the castle. I swear, he hunched over just a little. I had a feeling I had all too good an idea of what pain had caused his grimace. It embarrassed me with the recognition that I had once again lost track of who I really was. I was going to have to talk to Mother about reducing the compulsion of her persona. Someday. But. How am I going to feel, for gods sake, wherever I am this coming Tuesday night, waiting until I can come home after the 'emergency?' I've read that some guys get a hard-on thinking about their wife fucking other guys, but not me. No, I can't imagine reacting that way. For me it'll be that stomach knot. It already feels as hard and heavy as possible, but I know it will get worse and worse, until it totally consumes me. Jealousy will totally consume me. I'll be crying. I'll feel like the lowest.