Jane was maybe five years older than I, probably in her mid-thirties and a fine looking woman. Her halter top (nicely filled out) and snug-fitting sho...ts (ditto) did a great job of showing off her attributes. You have to appreciate people who take good care of themselves like that. Around the hospital she almost always wore a lab coat, and you really couldn't see how nicely she was put together.She spent most of the afternoon in the shade because she was one of those flaming red-heads with very. Not that I was that active.In the weeks that followed our return from Phuket, I’d replay the massage in my mind, each time getting wet and usually masturbating or urging Tom, if he were home, to fuck me. I’ve never been sure if Tom sensed any changes in me. I suspect he simply put it down to my turning forty. Once or twice he remarked that he had read that for some women their libido increased after forty and he was pleased that I was one!One evening, when he was away, I started browsing porn. The pent up excitement of the afternoon very quickly had me spurting and yet again Mom's knickers were wet and sticky, but oh, what a relief. I was exhausted after it all and I lay down for a quick nap, not even bothering to pull my shorts back up just dropping the panties on the off-side of my bed.I didn't know how long I had slept but my sister and father were home and ensconced in the lounge when I managed to stumble downstairs. Dad looked up from his evening paper and grinned at me, looking. But she couldn't blame them. Their big bosoms tended to have this effect on men and boys. In fact, Liz felt proud of her bosom and Shirley's bosom and she took the teachers' glances as compliment.When they had finished eating, the same two women who had brought the food and drinks earlier brought them desserts. Each of them was given a dish of dessert. It was sweet and tasty. What Shirley, her mother and father didn't know was that their desserts alone had been spiked; just a dash of.