She let out a gasp, her hot breath washing across my face as I began to stroke up and down, spreading her wet anticipation over her dripping pussy.Mrs... Ellison is my buddy John's mother. She's been a widow for two years. She's semi attractive, not a MILFy hottie by any means. But, sexy in a vulnerable, mom-next-door kinda way. I came over to see John, not realizing he was out til late and she offered me some juice. We talked a little, and without really meaning to, I seduced her by telling her. Instead of my shiny red dress with sequins was a dark navy jacket. “Fucking hell!” I said out loud. I picked up the jacket, realising it was actually a blazer with silver buttons. After removing another layer of paper I discovered a little pleated skirt – also in navy. Aside from this was a white tunic and a striped tie. I looked at the address on the label. It was definitely the correct one, but further inspection revealed a slightly different last name. I’d been sent someone’s school uniform. A man of slightly more than average height and standing at the window found himself looking directly down on the back yards and windows of the townsfolk below. If the women had been aware of the view they would immediately have believed the townspeople had a similar view into the bathroom from the town. The window would have immediately been painted over or otherwise masked. The men folk, being normally inquisitive and male, discovered immediately that unless a man pressed his nose directly. As we sat cross-legged on the floor I peeped over at Kathy who was so busy concentrating on her shuffling that her sleeping shirt had slowly ridden up exposing her white cotton panties. I looked across at Rob and saw that he had noticed the same thing. A small tent in the front of his shorts was beginning to develop. I felt my cock start to harden. I glanced over at Roxanne to see if she had noticed. She had! She had a wry smile on her face and was staring at my now growing shorts. As our eyes.