He was tall with dark hair. It had a sprinkle of gray running through it. His shoulders were still strong and he had a muscular chest and narrow waist... His ass looked great in his jeans. Mmm he was hot. She was getting turned on just looking at him. ‘My god, what is wrong with me today? First checking out a man almost young enough to be my son and then his father?’ She just hoped George would not be angry with her for inviting them over, especially when she had admitted to him she had the hots. After a six-hour dinner service at Le Chanteur Heureux, slaving in the kitchen chopping sack-fulls on vegetables, prepping endless plates of salad, and then working like a fiend to scrub down the entire kitchen with sponges and mops, Teaghan could have been forgiven if she came off as a bit fatigued. Yet, this was the hour that her senses and talents truly came alive. With vigour and inspiration, she worked at the hot stove and kitchen counter, chopping, mixing, simmering, seasoning, tasting.. My favorite purchase was a slinky black slip dress that stopped short of myknees. To compliment the dress, Melissa had selected a pair of matching opentoe pumps, with 3" heels that forced my ass upward and outward as I walked inthem. Jennifer giggled as she watched me model them, knowing that I had neverreally attempted this part of being a woman. I know I looked a bit foolish,wobbling and weaving, trying to look ladylike as I walked. "Sweetie, you willdo better with some practice," she said.. Breathing harshly I slide down slowly. Resting I look at him, one hand cups my left ass cheek as the other grabs hold of my braid. Pulling on it slightly, he makes me look up at him. Smirking at me, he starts to kiss down my neck to my exposed nipples. My breathing picks up as he wraps my hair around his hand. Easing up on his grip, he whispers in my right ear as he nibbles on it ride me cowgirl. Slowly I move my hips in a circle, sliding up slightly each time. Groaning he tugs on my hair.