Her naked chest.She always exercised when she was bored...and, in her home gym at least, she always exercised naked, with shoes on of course, for safe...y. The redhead was proud of her body, toned, firm, with enough curves to make people jealous...and she tanned well for a redhead, still paler than most 'tanning bodies' but at least she didn't look like a vampire, at least that is her opinion of herself when without that tan. She turned her treadmill off, satisfied with her time and took a few. I would lie there gazing at the sex and rubbing my young sensitive clit through my panties. My first orgasms were exhilarating, and I had multiple. My curiosity turned into addiction, and I spent every available opportunity sneaking a peak any erotic material I could get my hands on. And as soon as I could get my hands on that material, I got my hands on myself. My masturbation grew into rituals. Every time I bathed and without exception, before I slept. Soon, I invented reasons to be. That one is Johnny. That one is Paul.” She indicated which. “They may now move, but only one foot at a time.“Give me your coat,” she finished. Candy greeted the boys before doing so, which showed good manners. She even got the names right.“You’re not a babysitter?” Johnny asked.“No. I’m not.”“For which she can thank God.” The boys were both going through a possessive streak, odd for guys who spent half the day at kindergarten. They tended to take out their frustration on those left home with. She was sorry now she had put on the dirt on her face and neck because the attractive mother of four would think she was a dirty boy and probably want to stick her in a tub and give her a good wash. Grace was really surprised when Mrs. Robinson tilted her head up and pressed her soft red lips on hers and even tickled her lips with her wet tongue that begged entry into her mouth. It was sort of natural for Grace to surrender to the distraught mother's insistence and she allowed the older woman.