." she went on, her face reddening with embarrassment.We burst into laughter then, grinning at each other as we both relaxed a little. I again glanced...down at her exposed thighs, marvelling at how much she looked like a more mature version of her daughter- and blushing again as she once more caught me looking."Do you like what you see John? The clothes are Claire's. I thought you would appreciate seeing them again." She breathed huskily as she re-crossed her legs, causing her skirt to slide a. I rolled over to get some sleep still thinking about what had just happened. The next afternoon at work I ask her about it she just smiled and asked if I liked it that it was her way for showing her appreciation for taking them in. The following night almost the same happened but this time it was the girl who I had first said she could move in r****g me riding my cock like a wild horse, her long red hair flying as she rode saying her date had not fucked her and she needed some dick. She rode my. Those figures were a guess but somehow, I had just hit the bull’s eye. Both were taken aback as to how I managed to get it right. I replied that I had measuring tape eyes. I even commented that the white underwiredEnamor bra with pink outlines and floral just made those breast sexier. I added that Simi had about 2.5” areolas and nipples that would stand about 1” because of the fact that she must have fed her kids (and now her hubby) well as she is a very loving mom and wife. This again was. This is a story of when he returns to port. The sun beat down on me as I stood on the concrete landing of the Navy port in Norfolk, Virginia. Sweat was running down my body, but it wasn’t because of the 95 degree weather. It was because, in a matter of minutes, the love of my life, Kent, would be stepping off of his naval ship for the first time in over 6 months. As I stood waiting with all of the other wives and families, I looked back on the day he left, and how he had promised to return.