She was wearing a silvery bra and pants. She had beautiful big breasts – not cartoon-huge – and a bit more flesh on her than she probably wanted, ...ut it was fine with me. She lay next to me and I undid her bra and threw it away. My hand delved into her pants as I kissed her neck and licked her breasts.She relocated my lips and kissed me again as her own hand slipped into my underpants and took hold of my hard, expectant cock. I slid down the bed and pulled her pants down, then nuzzled her. Andrew sat on a couch. Fred organised drinks for us all then came and sat beside me on the bed.Instead of my thigh, he started running his hand over my bare shoulders and back. I noticed that Andrew did not miss a beat in the story that he was telling; apparently it was OK for Fred to stroke me like that. Then Fred undid the straps that held my top in place and it fell into my lap. I pushed it aside.“Doesn't Vera have beautiful breasts?”, Fred asked.“She certainly does.”, my husband replied.“My. The embroidery on the left breast of the jacket gave the name of a beauty school.Her blush deepened as she recognized my quick appraisal for what it was and while waving her hand in front of her face in a theatrical and corny attempt to cool off she stammered "I'm sorry, I-I-I didn't mean to intrude."I couldn't help it, something clicked. Waving the spoon at her I sternly asked "Have you been a bad girl?"As Debi gave a soft giggle thinking I was clowning around, I watched the blonde catch. She suddenly heard a gasp from behind her and realized her mother was watching them together on the floor. She turned back to Dave and stared into his beautiful eyes as the image of her soul-mate was forever imprinted in her thoughts. He opened the velvet box; she was shocked to see a spectacular ring glimmering in the light still flowing in the front door. As he slipped the ring on her hand she was again surprised that it fit perfectly.Her emotions raced again as a hundred thoughts came to.