And Mrs. Carmichael,” she says, giving us a sultry look as she leaves. I know that my husband is hot. In his early forties, he’s old enough to ha...e some gray in his brown hair but young enough to still have a boyish charm sparkling in his blue eyes. And, with a physique most middle-aged men would envy. But, if I was not mistaken, the hostess was not only checking him out but me also. And, truth be told, I would not mind an adventure with her. I put it on my ever-growing bucket list. “Are you. Three simple lines that caused fantasy and reality to collide. Weeks passed and nothing was said of the address. She was tempted to bring the subject up, but decided to say nothing about it unless he did. Early one morning as she was getting ready for work there was a knock at the door. Outside the door stood a simple delivery man, patiently waiting with a beautiful bouquet in hand. She tentatively opened the door, asking if she could help him. He asked for her by name and handed her a bouquet. ...?" Quiet, child, just do as you are told. Hands behind your back, removemy panties."Stuart started pulling down her panties, moving from side to side,biting on the materiel and inching them lower and lower. He exposed herhairless pussy, and he stared at it, mesmerized.Finally her panties lie in a puddle around her ankles. Lifting her feet,she left the panties lying there."Now give them to me."Stuart bent down, hands still behind his back and lifted them, stillusing his mouth."VERY good, boy.. An average boy, not fat, not skittish, he seems to have been training, but his obligations now do not allow him. He accidentally turned to the bathtub and saw me from the mirror, and quickly hid his pride. I immediately closed the door and went to the kitchen, and he dressed and got out. That evening I had an agreement with d ** garic to get a little out of the game. Since I look decent, I had 2-3 adolescents of his age, 22-23, sent pizzas, tried to talk to me, but I was repulsive, "What will a.