Grace drew Lauras dress down, her large tits topped with enormous nipples swinging and Grace slid the dress over Lauras wide hips to reveal a very hai...y mound of pubes covering her pussy, black stockings and suspenders. She was a little chubby, with a small stomach hanging over the suspender belt and full hips which just seemed to announce that she was made to fuck. I have to admit I was so aroused by Lauras naked body, my cock now solid like an iron bar. Its Lauras 63rd birthday tomorrow Grace. I have bone straight dark brown hair that reaches down to my butt in the winter. As a concession to how hot this summer has been already, I cut it so that now it's just barely half-way down my back.My point is that Bevvie and I are as different looking as Laurel and Hardy, or whatever their names were. Bevvie's my only good friend. I'm a book person. I'm a little on the quiet and shy side. I'm friendly, but I love books so much I'd rather spend time with them than most people.So the fact that. He’s spoken a fair bit about her in recent times too, I've even witnessed the odd argument with his wife and her name is usually to the fore. Pat's obviously already aware of the threat this woman may pose to both her and their marriage.My thoughts come back to the present, and I look at the clock once more and its thirty five minutes now. Fuck this! I think to myself and opening the door I get out of the car. I walk across the road and down the drive. I knock on the door but there's no answer.. What do you see?”“This very pretty fabric—which also feels luscious, by the way—drops from my shoulders to my knees. In the middle is my little slit.”“Yes. How does your little slit compare in this view to any other little slit you might just happen to see?”“Pretty much the same, I guess. It’s just a little line that goes down between my thighs.”“And unless a guy is between your thighs looking up at it—like I was the other night—he can’t really see anything of interest. But look at this,” I.