Luckily this year, my sister's colleague offered me a room in her house for one semester. Her name was Ciara, she was 31, short red hair, quite good l...oking but not to most men. She was married to Charlie. The first time I saw Charlie was the first day I was moving in. I just got off the bus, struggling with my luggage. He opened the door for me and offered a hand. He caught my eye immediately. He had curly, brown hair; he was average height and had a really strong Dublin accent. It was his. "Enough, sit up" came the voice from above. mike did as he was told and got his first true glimpse of the goddess before him as he sat back on his heels.Mistress Jacqueline stood above him, her hands on her hips. She was wearing black leather trousers that hugged every inch of her legs and hips. He could see her black basque, highlighted with red buckles and edging, cinching her waist and covering a leather top which was open at the next, hinting at the delights that lay beneath. The. I hate cramming big projects into the last night, but I have about a week, to I get it done. Friday night arrives, and at about ten minutes before seven, I call her on my cell phone telling her to meet me out in front of her building. She is sitting on her stoop as I pull up. She slowly rises, her eyes widen and she puts both her hands to her mouth in a surprised smile. I stop the tandem bike right in front of her, and remove my ‘Blues Brother’s’ style sunglasses. ‘Oh-my-god, Michael!’ she. I removed my t-shirt and told her that I don’t want my t-shirt to get wet or stained.I sat down on the floor near her legs and started lifting her nighty slowly. My breath started to increase but I kept it under control. I lifted it above her knees and I could see her smooth thighs and continued lifting it till her hips. Her hairy bush was shining brightly in the light and was right in front of my face. I asked her to lift her ass a bit, lifted her nighty and told her to hold her nighty above.