From the looks of it not a whole lot smaller than my mom's. She had a very pretty face with just a hint of freckles, and long, straight blonde hair. F...r just a second I wondered if she had any hair "down there". But the thought faded fast as she got into the car and we left, both of us in the back seat. She was wearing kind of loose black shorts, and a white t-shirt that was rather tight. She also had on white socks that folded down at the top, and white tennis shoes. I was already about to. His head completely shaven clean, his facial hair at a minimum but I could see a light moustache and gouty forming. It looked rather sexy and quite appealing.I walked in wearing a chequered pencil skirt, tight and just above the knee, with a tight, black, plunging neckline blouse. I had on light black stockings with stiletto heels. He asked me to come in and he wrapped his arm around my waist and started to kiss the back of my neck while his other arm was wrapped around my neck and his two. "The forthright will ask for permission, at some point -- but not always, 'cause we're shy, too. Eventually, we'll get brave enough to do anything you don't object to."But I wasn't done! "On to clothing!" I announced. "May I?" The woman nodded, and I felt her up, unashamedly. She was wearing jeans and a white blouse which buttoned down the front -- gaping a bit. I reached in, watching her, and ran my hand over her bra. "Okay," I began, "some poor choices. Jeans suck. You can't get out of them -. ‘Babe, look what I found at the back of the garage,’ she said.I put my book down, and looked at the bag – which was not very informative. ‘Yes?’, I enquired.‘It’s a croquet set!’ she answered, and proceeded to empty the contents out. There was a set of curved metal hoops, four clubs (I learned later they are actually called mallets), several balls, a centre peg and a wooden hammer; it all looked fairly new, and I guessed it had been acquired since our previous visit.‘I don’t know, honey,’ I.