The only other item of clothing she was wearing were faded blue jeans which were cut off and made into shorts. They were covering an enormous, but per...ectly-shaped ass and the top of her large, perfect looking legs. She was even sexier with a pair of black high stiletto heels…When Mrs. Hamilton greeted me, she gave me a quick look up and down, then smiled and told me to come in. “Call me Sondra”. She told me.She was sipping a cold margarita and offered me one, but I wanted to keep my head clear. ’ * The day was a blur of people, and Misha watched as Suzanne started to relax and become herself, even to the extent of flirting with his Uncle’s. She stayed away from the women, except for Misha’s mother who made a point of sitting talking with her at the end of the backyard under a big tree. Misha watched her out of the corner of his eyes, making sure she was alright, checking to see if she was relaxed and not scared or feeling excluded. Every so often he would go over and drape his arm. “Mikael!” I called out. “You’re back on the ice!”“Yes, I was cleared by the doctor on Friday. But only for light exercise. I can’t even skate with Kat yet. A couple of weeks and then I can do that.”“Great!”“Won’t your other friends be jealous if we skate together the whole time?” I asked.“Not really, most of them will skate either in couples or small groups. Besides, I want to skate with you!”A few minutes later, I saw Mikael skating hand-in-hand with a very pretty brunette who appeared to be. I felt it too, her thighs tensing around me, her arm moving beneath her shirt but I couldn’t see. Vivid images of her squeezing her breast flooded my mind: of her slender fingers teasing and pinching her hard nipple. I felt a throb between my legs and a familiar wetness. Soon my musky scent would mingle with her sweeter scent, both overwhelming the perfume she wore. “Faster, faster,” she cried, an urgency in her voice I hadn’t heard often. I took delight in letting my tongue flicker over her.