The tall goddess standing before me had it all. Obviously, being either a server or bartender, she was dressed quite provocatively and her skintight h...p-huggers worn with sneakers did absolutely nothing to mask her long, slender legs and nice ass. The shiny burgundy top with a bit of sparkling gold brocade she had on was cut very low, revealing just a tiny glimpse of the lacy black bra worn underneath that forced her substantial boobs up and together, creating a cleavage 2 nd to none I’d ever. . not like his mother used to make.I didn't perk the coffee right, he didn't like the stew,I didn't mend his socks, the way his mother used to do,I pondered for an answer; I was looking for a clue.Then I turned and smacked the crap out of him...Like his mother used to do.After reading his joke from his wife, he pointed to his cheek and laughed. He told us that's where she beat the crap out of him. He and Racene had a marriage like Brenda and I used to have. I often remembered the happy times.As. It was October and it was unusually warm that year. I had stayed home from school and he had called me. Now I may not have been gorgeous at that time because I happened to be about a foot taller than the other girls my age (I was 5'10") but i was relatively fit and muscular from playing softball and I had an extremely dark tan. My parents joked that I could have been a Native-American with my long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Oh and it didn't help that I was already in a large C cup by. When I got back into the room however, Tony was nowhere to be found. I had hoped he would return the favor; my pussy was soaking wet from the blowjob I had just given him. Frustrated, I walked out of the bedroom and down the hall when I felt the rush of a body come from behind me. His hands cupped my round ass. This young, seemingly quiet boy was aggressively running his hands all over my body. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, while his again throbbing cock pushed against the thin.