Man all I been doing was thinking about what she would look like naked. The few times we had already gone out she wore these very low cut blouse and I...couldn’t keep my eyes off her tits. She kept telling me “Hey you look at me and not them” then she would laugh and say” your mother know you that mannish?” Then I would laugh to. Well I better get back to the office I told the guys. As I got to my office and sat down I answered a few e-mails and signed off on some paper work. Then my office phone. The warm embrace, of lips, and throat, the gentle vacume, caressing it, he could feel the veins of his trobbing hard cock pulsating agaist her lips. Impossible to decided what to focus on he though, the lovely, red lips, so gracefully pleasuring him, the breasts swinging with the motion of her upper body, working on the task she set upon, the silver glinting of the light, or to just lie back, close his eyes, and enjoy it.She felt the pulsation, not strong enough to make her stop. But enough to. The young woman had drawn closer and was no longer pretending to shop.Roger held out the black string panties. “Here.”I slid the black panties down, stepped out, and handed them to Roger. When I pulled the string panties up, even though they were black, they disappeared between my cheeks. In front, they barely covered my mound. If I’d had any bush, it would have stuck out around the black mesh. When I faced the mirror, the light skin of my mound showed through the thin material, and my slit was. I figure that this is my big chance. If I don’t do it now, I can’t see when I would ever do it.”The family have no idea what’s going on. We’ve told them that we are making a show about working mothers who make their marriages work.We interview Peter, her husband, a respectable type. “Nikki is an amazing mother and a wonderful wife. I’ve never wanted for anything with her. I was married once before and that was a disaster, but Nikki – if I had to design the perfect wife and mother, it would be.