My cock was still hard until I reached my home. That guy wasn’t comfortable in massaging as I was wearing a pant. So the next day I decided to wear ...horts. As usual, I took the bus and went to my favorite spot. Again he was there sitting on the same seat.This time, it was a different guy near him and he was sleeping. I smiled at him and waited for him to get into action. As expected, he placed his hand on my ass cheeks. He rubbed for a few seconds and went down. He put his hands inside my. Her hair was still in that pageboy style. She looked like Morticia from the Addams Family gone wrong."Hello pervert," she said with a smirk. "I trust you are wearing my pretty underwear again today."I gulped. "Yes." Then come inside. To the living room, quick, quick."I made my way inside the house. Scurried would be a better description. Mrs Moore sat down on a sofa in the room. I stood before her, head bowed, hands in my pockets."Stand up straight pervert. Let me look at you. Ah, pathetic.. Thomas could see that she was totally naked underneath. Her legs were long and lean, muscled in all the right places, and they went all the way up to a tight, rounded butt. The jogging she did on a regular basis was paying off, big time. Her waist was tapered and her stomach was firm and flat, showing no signs that she had given birth to not one but two children, and the faux diamond that hung from her belly button flashed in the light. Her breasts were rounded and full, hovering just at a 35C. As my head clears the neckline, I see that she has her eyes on my stomach, hungrily looking at me. My heartbeat jumps again, my cock twitching at her intense gaze.I get off the examination table and continue with my pants, unbuckling my belt and undoing the button. She inhales deeply as I bring down the zipper. I bend over to remove my jeans properly, raising them to cover myself as I move back up.She invites me, with her hand, to go on the scale. As I get on it, I drop my jeans on the.