Sprawled on the bed was my landlords wife stark naked. She was playing with her self.The palms of her hands were moulding and squeezing her breasts. ,...and she drew them up along the narrow dip of her waist, languishing in the sensual feel of her own naked flesh. Reaching the full, raised mounds of her breasts, she cupped her hands over the tips; the brownish-pink buds of her erect little nipples were already hard and sensitive. She pinched them between thumbs and forefingers, thrilling in the. "I really like her and I'm still hoping I don't have to," Bobby replied. "Why?"Missy just smiled. "Would you take care of my trash, John?" she asked.When I nodded, she kissed my cheek and headed out after Betty Lou.Missy refused to say anything about her conversation with Betty Lou when I talked to her between classes. She wouldn't talk about it on the phone that night either, but she told me not to worry.I was standing at my locker Friday morning talking with Bobby when someone cleared their. Hopefully tonight. I’ve been so busy at work the past year that I’ve rarely gone out. It’s been at least six months since I’ve had sex and I hope you’re willing.”The quiet pause hung between us until I replied, “I sometimes have thought about getting together with you, but never thought you were interested or that it would be a good idea. I don’t know. It hadn’t seemed right, but seeing you in that dress I can tell you want me.” I felt my cheeks flush. I hadn’t expected more than a drink and. In fact I told her that a fantasy of mine was to be made to eat pussy of several women, one right after another. She smiled and I thought I saw a twitch her legs after that comment. Right now, I think that I am about to get into a situation that I have fantasized about, but I knew I had to play my cards just right.Just then disappointment came, she said that maybe she would talk to me later, and went back to her table. I had been there almost an hour now, and the sparse crowd had even gotten.