At the underground station Elise attracted a lot of attention, nothing unusual for her being a striking, sexy mature woman dressed to both impress and...excite. She knew most of her success at work came from being good at her job, sexily dressed with an attitude of take me ... which she wasn’t, having sworn to not be attached any longer, since that bastard. She’d successfully detracted or fought off many blatant sexual approaches, finding celibacy suited her. The odd meal and night out at some. I told her that she could keep my shirt, but she had to be naked under it. She was already barefoot, so she peeled off her jeans and pulled her bra from within one of the sleeves. As she removed her bra I noticed that it was padded…… yum, I absolutely love small breasts. In the light I could see her nipples poke against the cotton tee. She smiled and moved to the back bench seat and pulled me back with her. We kissed passionately and explored each others lips, teeth and faces with our. I didn’t even know his name, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him and hoping I would see him again. She smiled as she replied to whoever she was texting which just made me more curious as to whether or not it was him. The afternoon rolled around, and she told me she was going to the grocery store. The day was dragging along so slowly, and I was full of anticipation and anxiety wondering if I was going to ever see this guy again. My mom came home with a car full of groceries, which I helped. - How do you like the smell?- It smells like women.- Do you feel like a girl, Jack?Long pause- I feel strange - and nice- Look how beautiful your hands are!Finley entered the room. He saw what we were doing and immediatelydemanded the same treatment with the same colour. That is so typical.Due to the influence Jack has on Finley, I try to concentrate my work onJack. And then Finley copies him. Now, Finley got his own nail polishand was pleased with it. That night before bedtime I nursed.