In her left hand, she clutched a small purse that matched the color of her dress. A three stranded string of dazzlingly beautiful pearls hung from her...neck. Oh, yeah. Did I mention her three inch black stiletto heels and her coffee colored nylons?"I guess that means you approved," she said as my gaze made multiple trips up and down her body. I was inwardly embarrassed when I caught myself wondering if she was wearing panty hose or regular stockings and a garter. "Maybe they're the 'stay up by. Where did those words come from?”“I don’t know. I didn’t want to leave you in bed while I painted this morning. But the feelings are just overwhelming.”“I’d like to feel you in me again. Cover me, Pen. Make love to me again.”I rolled on top of Annette and she guided my erection into her vagina. She was already wet and slippery. We moved together, marveling at the sensations of being so intimately connected to each other. This was beyond any dream that I’d had. We looked into each other’s eyes. I was looking at Melinda's beautiful ass that was covered with a pair of silky white panties. The panties were halfway between a thong, and a full panty. Melinda's crack was fully covered, but still, you could see plenty of her full round and tan ass. I found myself licking my lips. Melinda dug in the cupboard for a minute and then said, “ahh, its not there.” Behind the counter, I straightened my cock out, it was getting hard and was positioned uncomfortably. Then Melinda chirped, “oh I. Andrew is twenty-two, just under six feet tall with a good physique. At the moment he doesn’t have a regular girlfriend but that is not to say that he doesn’t have regular sex. Due to his good looks and fit body he has little problem pulling when the need arises. Andrew was a good son, he made sure he got home at least once or twice a term and always for all or part of the vacations.Andrew’s stepmother, Helen, is forty-three with a good figure. She was widowed when Andrew was twelve years old..