“Then you should like this” she said, and pulled a pair of dark blue knickers out of her coat pocket. “I wore these for practise and they are ve...y sweaty. Here have a good sniff” she ordered. I did as I was told and loved it. “I have no underwear on” she teased. “Do you want to see my tits and pussy?” I managed a nod as I inhaled the scent of her sweaty pussy. “Get your cock out first” I had almost forgotten about my wife watching TV, but was jolted back to reality.“I can’t, Jane is in the. He was smooth like an egg and his stride caused his round petite buns to rotate just so slightly. I nearing 50, leeched at him every day as we shared the lift every morning.We always made small talk and I always took every chance to touch him with my legs, hands or bums. And he never objected. As I got bolder in the lift, he too seemed to like this and kept encouraging me by coming closer but never looking directly.One day when the lift was full, I stood side by side and squeezed myself against. But inreality, it causeduntold embarrassment and discomfort and shame. You see,Danny was hung likea fucking horse. At fifteen, he sported a prick most menonly dream about.He could not hide it in pants, or swim suits, or jockstraps. It was thickand long even in it's flaccid state. And the handsome blondboy was terriblyshy to boot. He was painfully shy. He had no girlfriend,where as most ofthe boys in his class were bragging about having theirfirst fucks. Dannydidn't even date yet. He was kind of. He caught me looking at him and gave me the thumbs up, so I pondered more as he peered up her bum more, getting excited in the fact I was aiding him to enjoy her forbidden pleasures, so willingly on show.At last I chose and thanked her for her patience, and she waddled off, noting his eyes and head swayed in motion with her bum, as she walked away.'Bet she does not have a full length mirror', he uttered in the same hushed tones as earlier.'Just as well for you', I replied, it was out before I.