My hands are all over your back, kneading the muscles on your shoulders. Moving around to cup your face as our embrace reaches the heights. My hands ...eturn to your back, reaching for the clasp of your bra, I unhook it, but do not remove it; my hands work round to your front again, gently working up and over the sheer material loosely holding your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat as my thumbs graze over your covered nipples. You slightly arch your back, your body pleading for more. No need for a top today, 25Cº heat needs no top. Hurrying down the stairs, I opened the door. There stood my neighbour a forty two year old minx, Ms Jez, a curvy woman standing 5'10 with long slender legs and what had to be at least a set of D cup tits. She had piercing blue eyes, poker straight hair and a light touch of make-up except her usual dark red lipstick accentuating her sex goddess look. She stood in some running shorts and a small vest top. 'Hey Jez' I said, 'Hi Nate, was wondering. ' as his hand slid into the side of my vest and closed over my right breast bud, squeezing it gently.My heart leapt and thudded in my chest, my mind was all over the place....I knew enough to know this was wrong, but doing what I had with Mark was also wrong, I was confused and nervous as he was a grown man....he fondled my small breast buds, and the nipples stood out like the erasers on the end of a pencil, my body reacted naturally and I could not help my bald pussy from tingling as his hand. Flipping the pages made her first wiggle her fanny, then turn around with a look as if to say, “Oh My,” though I wasn’t looking at her look. She twirled her cane and saluted me goodbye.Wow! Would Theodore want to see this one!“As they say over there, oo la la,” my aunt informed me, “Your Father doesn’t need to know,” which seemed rather obvious.It was the following Sunday that Aunt Holly suggested going to the Oxbow. We could take our books. We might see a pair of otters also out for the.