Her hands went under them, lifting them, rubbing them as her fingers began to play with her nipples.I could feel my cock stiffen as she was playing wi...h herself.Her hand went down between her thighs, moving her robe as her legs parted. She was making sure I had the best view possibleI could see that she had trimmed her bush, and was ready for bikini season.Then she looked up at me, smiled, as she started to rub her magic button.It was then that I stood there at the window. My cock erect, my. "Oh yes, but you have told me that Seth is all right. That is the important thing. I have some sherry. No liquor, I'm afraid, but perhaps just a glass of cool water or some buttermilk." Nothing, thank you, Mrs. Williams. I'll bid you good night. I must return home. Mrs. Bouve, you know, hasn't been well since..." His voice dropped, and he looked at his empty sleeve and then at Seth's mother. Perspiration dotted his face. "Perhaps a glass of water," he said."Yes, of course. Just a moment." Mrs.. I whisper, "Hands stay on the desk."Circling around the desk behind you, I push you all the way forward until your chest rests firmly on the desk pad. A low moan escapes your lips. My hands trace the back of your calves working their way slowly higher. Your flesh now speckled with the goosebumps of your desire. Finally working my way up under that little frilly dress, I find that you have been a bit naughty, no panties adorn your needy pussy. Chuckling softly as I pull your dress over your. "No attraction, hon? You haven't called me beautiful yet."I guessed JayJay was just playing around. I wasn't gay despite what youhear about LA guys, but he was awfully good looking, enough to keep anyguys interest just on instinct. You know, those animals that mimicother animals you see on the nature shows? Well JayJay could have had atwo hour special on that topic. So I called him more beautiful thanTrisha herself."You've met Trisha? I am impressed now, darlin'. Well, I'll let you getaway with.