Taking another puff of her cigarette she stared back into the deep blue eyes that looked at her from the mirror. Turning around she checked out her pe...t little ass and admired it for a moment before an unhappy look passed over her face."Shit, is my ass getting fat?"Hopping up and down lightly on her balls of her feet she checked to see if her ass wobbled at all. The last thing she wanted was to start getting a big bubble butt. It worked for a lot of girls but with her frame the only description. ‘Okay.’ ‘I’ll run upstairs and get it. Why don’t you get in that bed. I’ll be right back.’ She left and I looked around the room. Was this really going to be this easy? We meet, she likes me, we have a little lively banter, and she takes me to the basement to fuck me? Was this heaven… no it’s Iowa (or in this case Illinois). I thought that maybe I had better wait until she came back to get undressed. Who knew what was going to happen once she went back upstairs. She might change her mind and. Soon after Michelle was done changing, Mom appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a new corset that I had never seen before. Black, tight around her torso which caused her breasts to look more voluptuous than ever before. To compliment this, she had on a pair of thigh-highs, garter straps and satin gloves. She looked like a goddess. A pregnant goddess. Michelle walked over to her and hugged her. Oh, darling, you look so beautiful. How come you never came to visit me more often? Now that. Both women were in their early fifties. I liked these ladies and found them to be very attractive. The way they dressed with heels skirts and push up bras and lacy blouses was a real turn on for me. And they would flirt with me. Then one day I was there to help with a large heavy box that had arrived. Bonnie and I lifted the box and in doing so she had torn her stocking. Linda went and brought her some new ones from the display. Bonnie lifted her skirt, right in front of me. She had on a.