With the pink nipples waggling cheekily, as they rode out the great knocker storm.?So here’s the deal, gentlemen?, she resumed. ?I’m here to give...you a nice time. But there are four of you ... errr ... gorgeous blokes, and only one of me. Nobody wants to be last in the queue at times like this, do they! So let’s try to do this together in one big sexy bang! But we’ll need to be discreet – there’s some stuffy old rule about no penetration...?Which is how she ended up in a classic ‘spit. I noticed my pink Lands End book bag ling on the ground and opened it. Iput on my silky smooth panties, humming softly to myself as I pulled upthe smooth sheer nylons, enjoying every second of the erotic sensationsthey caused. I pulled on my Victoria's Secret silk bra, fastening theclips like I had done it all of my life."There we go, much more comfortable," I cooed as I adjusted my supplebreasts until they rested comfortably in their lacy cups. I slipped into a smooth silken slip and then slid. "Winona, I didn't recognize you when you came in. You have aged beautifully."Winona knew it was designed to hurt more than to compliment because the serving girl was still as youthful and desirable as in those early years of flowing spunk and multiple orgasms.She was fully aware of the fact that her boobs had matured rapidly with the birth of two children and that now it seemed like she was lactating far more than she would prefer. It was also a fact of science that her previously pronounced. I still thought of myself as a seventeen-year-old but was trapped in a fat, aging body that didn’t get out much. But the crows’ feet that reminded me of my age on most mornings were gone. Smooth. Skin without a blemish. Dark blue eyes that saw clearly, even through the hung-over haze.I stepped back and looked down my body. My skin glowed. No wrinkles. No sag. It was young and tan and healthy. My middle-aged stomach was flat and I could actually see the edge of my hipbones. And then I looked.