She laid everything out on her bed which curiously had a few bikinis and two one-piece swimsuits on it.“Are we going swimming?” I asked with a lau...h.Missy turned quickly and looked really serious.“OK. First of all, from this point forward, you are Jenni. You need to work on your voice and how you act. You never know where you will be or who you will see. Don’t wait to start. Second, we’re not swimming but we are going to lay out on the deck to get some sun. I think either of the one-piece suits. At university, it was the mid 80's and the AIDS campaign was in full swing, and she just didn't trust the idea of casual sex, even with a condom. It didn't mean we didn't have fun. I just wish I'd been able to fuck that chunky BBW mature beauty! On that first day, once I had recovered from her sucking me off and finally seeing her tits, she went and changed into a bikini. It was orange. She looked sexy as fuck. It wasn't skimpy at all; it was a big fully rounded bikini for a mature woman, but. ”“If Mary is eighteen then her father must be around our age, so I assume that he must work for a living; anyway, none of that is really germane to the problem at hand.”“No, I suppose not; I was just curious, that’s all.” We spent the evening in, with a bottle of wine or two.The next day my ever practical wife placed a chair next to the same upstairs window, from where she could read a book but still keep an eye out for Mary. I was doing much the same thing—reading, that is—when I heard her. “Lets go” she ordered and we sneaked out the front door of the office and into my car before driving back to my house.As we made our way to mine there was that intense sagging feeling in the air, the pure anticipation of having raw sex. We stopped at a set of traffic lights just outside town and Jane launched herself at me from the passenger seat, kissing me and grabbing my cock as she forced my hand up her skirt and onto her still wet pussy. A beep from behind interrupted the moment and I just.