I felt my pounding pulse in my chest and my head, and moved cautiously because of my nerves. Mrs. Olsen gradually came again into view. She had to be ...n her late forties or maybe fifty. She was a petite lady, with short, blond hair, very nice to us, and I was friends with her boys. I nervously looked at her chest. She had wide, long breasts that covered her entire rib cage and spilled to the sides due to their weight. There were large pepperoni areolas right in the middle of each, crowned by. She felt his hands wrap around her back as she moved her lips to his left earlobe, nibbling and pulling teasingly. Leah felt his cock harden and twitch against her pussy lips as she trailed her tongue to his right nipple, circling and blowing on the trail before she bit down softly and tugged. Jim jumped at the unfamiliar feeling, but liked it. Hereached his hands between them and started to play with her tits. She sat up, her head leaning back as she enjoyed the feeling of fingers massaging. I turned my head but kept my ass against his crotch. Not as tall as I in my heels, balding and wearing shades, at first guess I would say around fifty years old. Not strikingly handsome but none-the-less appealing in a strange kind of way dressed as he was in a city suit. I glared at him but he face remained expressionless and his cock continued to rake my ass up and down. Deciding to let him continue to see just where this situation would go, I turned back to face the passenger in front of me,. I couldn't resist smoothing one of her legs and adjusting the lace slightly. She seemed more than happy to allow me to show her exactly how the clasp worked too. "And finally, panties," I told her. I watched as she pulled a satin thong from the bag. She perched on the edge of the bed again as she eased the tiny scrap of material up her smooth legs to cover the mearest whisper of dark and perfectly shaped pubic hair. She admired herself in my mirror briefly before turning to me with a huge grin.