Now let me go please."With one more squeeze of her ass and tit I stepped back and turned toward the door.When mom was done making sure her dress tail ...as down like it should be, she stepped toward the door as I opened it for her to step out into the living room where we saw Clare on the couch, with three open beers for us, on the coffee table.Mom picked up a beer, "Thank you Clare." then she sat down in her chair."You're welcome mom."I picked up a beer and handed it to Clare then picked one up. This woman was named Connie and she was in her late fifties. She was about five foot tall, not very heavy. She had short dark hair and a pumpkin head. She was not very attractive and seemed to be pretty unhappy. I decided to flirt with her and she liked it and flirted back. The fourth afternoon we were working and she was really nit picking. Connie was hitting the bottle pretty hard and was starting to slur her words. Tom was painting in one of the rooms and I went to the kitchen to check on. She secretly has a crush on me, however, she doesn't know how to say it. Her best way to say it is like a child on the playground. Its kinda cute. _The only problem is she is a bit extreme with her bullying. _Another problem is i used to hate it, but now that it's normalized, it is kind of erotic. It doesn't mean I'm not embarrassed. It also doesn't mean that I do it willingly. Its when it's pushed onto me that it truly makes me feel alive. She doesn't do anything that would take my purity. She. She wore no bra. Her underwear was a tiny blue thong. Her skin is pale, and smooth to the touch. I unbuttoned my shirt, took it off. I unzipped my pants, and let them fall at my feet like her dress. She slowly turned. Her breasts were so natural, so supple, and extremely perfect. She walked closer and kissed me. I could feel the pressure of her breasts against my chest as she thrust her body into mine.She helped me take my shirt off, and we walked, hand in hand, into the the bedroom. I sat down.