B. I'll stop, I promise. Just please don't tell my parents," I said hysterically. "Don't worry about that Stacy, I just want to know what all the hype...is about, if you know what I mean." After he said that, I nervously grabbed my bag and got up out of my seat and slowly made my way to the door. Like the total klutz that I am I dropped my phone on the floor. I bent down to get it, and wearing a tiny skirt and a pink thong, I gave Mr. B quite a view. "Wow look at that ass, so cute and tight and. "I just got these greens atthe farmer's market and borrowed the bowl from school, and am justdropping them off. I still need to go get ready for Girl's Night, andgrab my tennis outfit and my pajamas at home. Are you excited abouttennis tomorrow?" You bet! We found a cute outfit for me to wear, and I was just workingon my tan, so I don't look like a ghost on the courts tomorrow." Wewalked back to the front door. I was thankful to be out of sight of thepatio and secretly hoped Jacqueline. She handled all formal life questions and articles from decorating to how to pick the proper wine on a budget. She liked Constance well enough, but at times, she found her to be a bit much. She could only assume she would also be gifted with a sexual encounter as well.The woman was only in her late forties, so she was not as old as she gave the impression of being at times. She was what Mallory’s mother would have called a handsome woman. She was well-toned and her features sharply defined,. Only after countless strokes around her thighs did he let his touch find her velvet folds, aching for attention. As his fingers laid upon her sex, softly ascending inside of her wanting depths, she raised her hips to meet him, with a sonorous gasp escaping her. Sinking his digits into her in rhythm to the quiver of her hips, and her lovely channel yielding to his pressure, then she tightened around him, jealous for attention. His gaze never left the cherubic sight of her face, her head tilted.