Grace was remarried to a much younger man. She divorced the children’s dad after about five years. Grace loved men and had too many affairs during...that marriage.Her children would see their father on holidays, mostly. Today was the first day of school. The nanny was back and caring for the children. She got them ready and drove the tots to school. She also would be doing the many errands that had piled up from the summer. She’d be away from the house for many hours.Grace ran to her. "I need someone who will be tender and loving and help me chase away all the bad memories that don't seem to want to go away, that seem to haunt me every time I close my eyes. I need to replace them with happy memories and happy dreams."I hesitated again, trying to search her eyes to see what her true feelings were. Her resolve seemed to push the fear right out of her. "You sure?" I asked one more time.She kissed me passionately again and then ground her crotch hard against mine. She kept. Ian pressed his lips against her mound, feeling, tasting her wetness through her thong. He pressed the damp material against her, making her cry out as his tongue moved over her clit and lips.Sitting back again, he peeled her thong away from her body, easing it down slowly, savouring the moment when her plump mound crept into view. She appeared almost naked, her short hair wet from her arousal, her clit swollen and erect, her lips engorged. He kissed her softly as he pulled her panties down her. "You got a very nice rack for 24 Callie. I mean damn," John said."And now they are just gonna get bigger. So I hope you like them," I replied."I'll fucking love them, I guarantee it," John said.Then we kissed one more time and I leaned up. I took my shirt off to give him a better look at my tits he loved so much."Wow these are just spectacular," John said as he grabbed onto them.He squeezed them a little firmly, enough to get the message across. He knew how to work with my breasts. So he must.