.so you met Stephanie huh Jesse..yes mam i did..i told you to call me Jeana calling me mam makes me feel old..sorry mam..err Jeana well lets go look a... my car..as me and Jeana walked out she told Stephanie to set up the bed thinking it ment just make it and get ready for bed..so nothing crossed my mind…after changeing her oil and flushing the radiator everything ws in tip top shape.she came out as she walked down the steps i peaked out from under the car watching her tits jiggle and. Molly grew up learning the fishmonger trade watching her father put his finger on the scale more than once without ever being caught. She didn't think it was quite proper but she knew he did it more from habit than from malice or avarice and she sometimes imitated him when nobody was looking her way.One of the drawbacks of the fish business was that no matter where she went she stunk to high heavens with the odor of seafood. It clung to her like a an invisible cloak of repugnance making young. I know she could feel my cock pressing against her and she pushed her thigh hard against it. I moaned a little and walked her to my room.As soon as we were in my room I stopped and pushed her forward a step and then dropped my shorts. I wasn’t wearing anything under them and then pulled my shirt up and off. She smiled when she saw that my cock was not only hard, but also throbbing. I stepped forward and kissed her again, hard and passionate. As she leaned into me I did my best to keep my. She allowed him to savor the visuals: her dress hiked up to her waist, her shaved glory fully exposed to him, her goblet of red wine, her bared breasts and nipples, and her piece of chocolate touching her full red lips. She knew how to whet her husband’s appetite.He stood for several moments taking it all in. These moments were rare in real life. It would be stupid not to remember a scene like this one. He was there to sate her desire.Is there anything more beautiful than a woman with sex on.