" Anne observed. I kissed her, and told her I loved her breasts, as they fit her perfectly, and she had perfect nipples, too. "Let me see." Exclaimed ...ennifer, reaching for my wife's top. Deftly, she slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders. Anne obliged by shrugging her dress to her waist. Jennifer had a little trouble with the bustier, trying to pull it down. Anne reached back and undid the clasp. Now I had two beautiful, bare-breasted women in from of me, feeling each other's tits.. We started making out and our bodies got closer to each other pressing every inch of my body against her as i grabbed her ass while she grabbed my breast, i placed her thigh on mine, attempting to pull her in untill our pussies were pressed against eachothers then we started rocking back and forth grinding all up on eachother. Her pussy felt so good against mine. It was so warm and wet. Then we each grabbed eachother's pussies and started to finger eachothsr as we continued to makeout and grind. That was alright, this was her fantasy come true, not mine—but pretty close. We got to know each other a little as we drove to a wooded area I knew would be pretty isolated at this time of night. She worked at a Target, had kids about the age of mine and a husband who’d lost interest in sex—poor bastard. She’d turned to face me in her seat next to mine. She was watching me and I started to get a little worried that maybe she’d changed her mind. But then she snaked a hand across and rubbed my. ”Mom was a thirty-nine-year-old, somewhat chubby blonde. She had raised us on her own after my father died ten years ago. She did a great job if I can express my totally biased opinion on the matter. And she’s been alone ever since. She never brought anybody home as she was worried about our reaction and the fact that strange men tended not to care much for children who weren’t their own, and those who did, then their intentions weren't honourable.“You guys can’t keep doing this. It’s.