Sheplaced one arm around my shoulders and a hand on my knee. Her lipskissed along my neck from my ear lobe to just under my chin, then to myother ear ...obe. Her hand on my knee wasn't idle while her lips werebusy, her hand had slid under my skirt, pushed my legs apart and was nowmassaging my pink lace panties into my moistening vagina. Her lips movedto cover my mouth and her tongue entered and started to probe as deeplyas it could reach.When she broke lip contact, I glanced at her husband. He. I started my final days at Earl’s on Wednesday. On Friday he called me into the office. I thought he’d want a hand job. When I mentioned to him that my hand was itching for a workout, he laughed.“I have not felt horny at all lately. Doctor says it’s andropause.”“I’m sorry to hear that. Can’t you take hormone replacement therapy?”“I might. My thyroid levels are low too so I’d like to deal with those first.”“Maybe you should sell out and retire.”He chuckled, “I’ve made enough money to retire but. I stammered but didn’t get anything out before she interrupted me. “That’s disgusting and I should tell your father,” she threatened.I pleaded with not to but she was insistent, and annoyingly she remained in the room to observe me finish my homework. I could not concentrate, and I still had a giant hard on that would not go away. Just when I could get a moment to think she asked, “are you still a virgin?” I said I was and she scolded me that I would never get a girl doing that, and insisted I. I kept digging through smelling stuff and jacking off intensely looking for the good stuff panties and bras and boy did i find the good stuff. Unfortunately i didnt find any of her used panties but toward the bottom of the hamper i found two sexy ass little bras.One bra was purple, size 34A with black lace around the top of the cups and its got a little black bow in between the cups its really lightly padded and pretty silky it felt good rubbing it all over my dick and jacking off with it..