Her suburban neighborhood often had solicitors.Both boys worked very hard to keep eye contact. 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 friend, 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. "Captain Van-el, this is Captain Smith of the United Star Vessel Endeavour responding to your hail. What are your origin, your cargo, and your destination?"Van-el took a deep breath to steady his nerves before he responded, just barely noting with a touch of mild curiosity that Captain Smith spoke the same language as he did, with the exact same accent."The Survivor originates from a world approximately eighty thousand light-years from this system, and I doubt you'd be familiar with its name. . she gets uncomfortable when it comes up." Oh, I'm sorry!"Bob shrugged, eyeing George and Veronica to gauge their reaction. George smiled reassuringly, and said, "We're not ones to judge. If you're not comfortable talking about it, that’s fine."Bob grinned and huffed in relief, gathering George in an enthusiastic hug until people nearby began laughing."I'm going to go see if Debbie's okay," Veronica said when George’s feet touched the ground once again. She wended her way towards the house,. She let go of the panties momentarily and pulled herself up to a sitting position, knees still bent, panties at the top of her thighs. Looking directly at us all she then slipped the knickers down her legs and deftly over her feet, throwing them aside.“OK boys, showtime!” Her feet were on the bench, her knees bent up, her legs tightly together. She lay back down. Then the moment we were waiting for. She was going to expose herself to us; the holy of holies. We were about to see what was the.