To this day I still can't get the image out of my head. That perfect 37 year old body, with those perfect breasts, amazing pussy and ass. There they w...re just staring at me. I stared at her for a long time, drying off, rubbing those gorgeous tits and putting her bra on. I got caught doing it and she had a talk with me saying it's okay but don't do it again. Throughout the years after I would always spy on her while she was showering, bathing or changing clothes. Would love just staring at her. Between thepeer pressure and the fresh high she was enjoying, shefinally gave in. Crossing her arms, she pulled the wetshirt over her head and tossed it aside, exposing herglistening breasts to us all. Kellie and Steve bothclapped and whistled with approval.By now we were all pretty stoned. There was a lot ofhorsing-around-splashing back and forth and laughing;we were having a great time. Then Kellie said, “Let’splay a game!”“What game?” I asked.“I dunno,. .her hips were womanly, and, because she used to run daily for years since her teens, her thighs were her best feature - magnificent, muscular and strong-looking, but also erotically shapely and full. I particularly loved the shape of her bum and thighs in jeans - or out of jeans - or in a skirt. Or naked. She soon realised I was constantly turned on by women's hips and thighs, above other attributes. Every time she moved her curves would tease and excite me. She was the size of an older c***d. The next time he saw her it was well over a mile away from the supermarket, but the collection of bags she had with her suggested that she was going shopping. He was truly grateful to the government of the day which had introduced a small tax on new plastic shopping bags to encourage just such reuse.Sure enough, half an hour later she came into Best’s supermarket while he was still mooching round picking up his weekly shop.He made sure he finished well before she did and went out to the car.