I was unemployed at the time and my step mom maryam was at home wife.she was nice not to bad looking with medium size breasts, a nice big ass,she was ... pleasant woman who always talked about many things ,we had a good relationship ,at first i didnt pay much attention to her, as i was having my own problems with finding a job and being constantly horny,i had not fucked in a very long time and was hungry for pussy.one morning i woke up sun was shining i had a huge hard on and started to stroke my. She always wore either navy blue, smoky grey or black pantyhose with her suits as well. I enjoyed it when I was there and she came back in from work, usually finding an excuse to try and catch a glimpse of her in her suit before she changed into her tracksuit bottoms and removed her pantyhose. After she'd changed I'd try and sneak into her room and go through her pantyhose drawer. It was a veritable treasure trove with all different colours. My favourites were the navy blue but she'd also got. She had already told all this to the bartender in the small pub behind the train station for the fourth time. And he bravely let the story be told. "Another beer and one of those cherry... thing... stuff... drink!" Katie slurred over the counter. Her long, unkempt light brown hair fell into her face. The bartender rolled his eyes inwardly, but finished the drinks. She watched as two more drinks were added to her tab kind of added up, what she'd owe to her Angel of the High spirits. All in all. I said sorry and she said no problem and gave me a hug. She kissed me on my lips and said she was sorry for slapping. She took my hands and kept it on her breasts. I had not noticed the size of her breasts till today. It was not too big or too small; it was 32D and was soft. I pressed her left breast with my hand and kissed her lips. Our tongues were slashing with each others like a sword and I tore her cotton top. I asked her to switch on the table lamp. I threw the bed sheet away. She removed.