" Thank you," I acquiesced, suddenly becoming aware of its transparency."Nice and see-through," she added, her eyes examining my little boobs. I blush...d and turned to make the coffee to escape her prying eyes."How many sugars?" I asked, turning my head back slightly to ask. In doing so, I saw that, by reaching to let her hair down, she was lifting her red t-shirt and exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. I melted inwardly but decided not to act on her exposure, and so I laughed at her. "I must have shown my pain hearing her words. "I am sorry babe, I didn'tmean to hurt you, I enjoyed it and I want to be honest, he was anexperience, but in truth I never want to go there again, it was tomuch."So the decision was made, we were going to buy a house together. Itsounded simple but proved to be harder than anticipated. We looked athundreds of properties before finding the right one, after countlessarguments we eventually found a place we liked. It was everything wewere looking for,. Her name was Nicki. After a few introductory kisses, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her bra to reveal her large, brown breasts. They were clearly augmented, but I didn’t mind at all. Nicki had the most beautiful, full breasts that I had seen in a long time. They were the light-brown color of her Mexican skin. Her areolas were dark and small with erect nipples. I immediately went down and started kissing on Nicki’s nipples and breasts. She cradled her palm around my head and gently. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven, my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me all the time." I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat.