She was about thirty feet away, and when she turned into the firelight, I was awestruck! She just radiated sex appeal, that raw curvy-sexpot, 1940s pi...-up girl, kind of sex appeal.She was about five foot two, maybe 110 pounds with short sandy blonde hair and wearing a short red t-shirt that barely covered her perky DD tits! But it was her frayed faded blue-jean shorts with barely a seam left between her legs that were really getting to me, and I hoped no one noticed my jeans bulging! She was. After this very moment I touched her breast, the lower half, I was in heaven with the feeling that I was currently with the love of my life. As I forwarded there was a bit of shyness but no complaint by her side and I took it as a green signal and started caressing her boobs from back and tried to pinch her with my tool aroused by giving her more feel of it.After this we stopped at a bawdy and I asked her if she want water. Later we went to bawdy structure which was kind of alone and there I. Chapter 8The kids in their preoccupation of cum filled sex, didn't hear the carpull into their driveway and weren't aware of it until they heard theslam of the car door.With panicked looks the kids scrambled for their clothes. Cindy went tothe window to confirm what they all knew"Crap, it's Mrs. Jacobs!!"She didn't have to say it, but she did "Quick put your clothes on"Just as they heard the knock on the front door, they finished dressing,each sighing with relief. The boys sat down on the. A quiet groan escaped my mouth, and the knowing ladies giggled, even Lindy, who rarely giggled.As horny as I was, I wanted to reject dessert. "We must," Angelique insisted. "The Napoleans here are divine, or so I've heard, and the espresso should not be missed."She had been well advised, though I still didn't know if it had been worth the delay. That we shared two helpings helped lessen the delay, but we still seemed to linger way too long over the coffee and the cognac, even if both were.