"Mrs. Martinez, Wendy, was the stepmother of Juanita, a latina spitfire who had been Paige's rival for years, a rivalry that had kept up all the way i...to college as they both attended the same university. Wendy was the platonic ideal of a trophy wife. Fifteen years younger than her husband, seemingly lacquered head to toe, happy to be subservient in public. She spoke in a giggly bimbo voice and carried herself the same way typically. However, Eric knew she could turn on a dime and go nasty. .but I was double his age. Tyler: What time ya clock off then Donna?Just after 10...although Im stocking the cellar till gone 12.And with that he was gone. I didnt see Tyler all evening, his group must have been the ones getting the drink. Though as i cleared the tables he grabbed my arm.Tyler: Thanks for the drinks tonight luv.'Oh no problem. No doubt see you in here again'The brief exchange was brief or thats what I hoped. But he stood outside waiting for me to finish work. I almost shreiked. I raise my right foot as she rolls up the stocking then slips it over my foot. She unrolls the stocking up my eager leg, smoothes it straight and fastens the four clips. Then it’s the turn of the other leg and stocking.“Bra next,” says Mistress. “The pink ruffled satin one, size 40C.” Vikki returns to the chest, opens another drawer, searches through the bras and returns with a stunning pink satin bra with ruffles. Once again she drapes it across my body first, teasing me with the wonderful. I decided to help Mom with dinner. It wasn’t a gesture of kindness it was so that I could feel her up while we worked. At first she seemed uncomfortable with my advances but quickly decided that I wasn’t about to let Dad catch me and spoil a good thing. She was wearing tight blue jeans but I could feel her warm pussy against my hand. The best part was that she was wearing a loose T-shirt and no bra. I could not believe how soft her tits were. They hung halfway to her belly button. She had long.