It started when we went out in his car to park and make out and he was tongue kissing me as his hands rubbed my tits through my sweater. Then he ran h...s hand under my sweater and rubbed my tits over my bra. Then he slipped a hand inside my bra and I liked the feel of his hands on my tits and his fingers across my nipples. Before I knew it he had unsnapped my bra and his hands were really feeling up my tits. I liked it a lot. His hand began rubbing my legs under my skirt and close to my pussy.. .softas silk. Your unencumbered palm brushes against my thigh. I sigh softly.Did the sound touch you in that special place where only I can reach?I dip the stopper once more. Your hand trembles. "Don't spill," I whisperagain, as I place a second drop on my manicured digit. Then slowly, youreyes following my every move, I slip my finger between my breasts...sofirm...so prominent in their black lace bustier. I hear you groan."Don't spill," I repeat, my voice a caress.I dip again.This time I part. But she grunted anything and pushed my hand away. I insisted, but she hissed: “sorry, not tonight…” and she rolled over.The next day, Anita took longer than usual getting ready. I noticed she was shaving her long legs and trimming her labia after having a shower. She also smeared some cream on her toned body and put on perfume.She looked for a long while naked in the mirror and then she put on some brand new sexy lingerie. A tight black skirt and a see through black blouse completed her outfit.. "Thinking of Jane's measurements drew Isabel's eyes inexorably to the firm, nubile mounds that her t-shirt displayed to such great effect, and Isabel realised just how grown up her daughter had become."You sure you're okay, mom." Jane queried, and Isabel realised with disgust, that she had been staring openly at her own daughters breasts, watching the mateial strain with each inhalation."Er, yes I'm fine honest, honey. Just a little tired. I think I'll turn in now." Isabel said as she rose from.