You should see it, so you can make aninformed decision."She got up and went over to the walk-in closet. She cameback holding a garment on a hangar... ... white gossamerblouse... and she was right... it certainly was see-through. And it was EXTREMELY feminine. It was as if thedesigner entered a competition to design the most femininesecretary's blouse and won with this design. Lace andruffles at all the expected places. And you could, indeed,see whatever was happening through the two layers. Sticking out really long. I leaned over and sucked on them, one at a time then pressing them together and inserting both nipples together in to my mouth. Grabbing my head and pulling me closer to put more of them into my mouth. Finely I released her breasts and nipples. Still flicking them with my tongue. I started to move on down her body. She stopped me by pulling me back up to standing there in front of her. With a slight grin on her face, lighting up her green eyes, she told me its my turn.. She was aVarsity cheerleader, in the "Upper Track", and clique as they say. I on theother hand barely had any friends. Where she was tall and shapely, I was shortand thin, slender actually. She was both taller than I was, and she weighedmore but it was in all the right places if you know what I mean. Her hair waslong and golden brown- mine was shoulder-length and choppy dish-watered dull.Her skin was bronzed from the West Coast sun, while mine remained a pasty palewhite, burning whenever I got. Between the two of them I didn't have a chance.Eventually, Mum moved things on a bit. That day, when she reached for my dick, her hand went under my shorts, not over them."Ohhhh ... that's really good, Mum," I said, smiling up at her past her boobs."Take your shorts off," she told me. "The waistband is getting in my way."I heaved my hips up and quickly slid my shorts down. As soon as I could I got my hands back on her tits, tweaking her nipples for her. Her hand felt really good on my cock,.