She came into the room and I watched as she climbed on the stool next to mine. I could not keep my eyes from searching out her long bare legs as she p...opped her small feet on the bar stool. The top of her suit showed a lot of bare skin that I never got tired of seeing. Over the last five years she had gotten more and more open with me. She had to know that I liked to look at her since I didn't make any effort to not get caught looking. As her figure had slowly returned even better than before I. ” And as she said that she slid her right hand inside the silk material of her knickers. Matt watched her, her eyes were closed and her breathing was quickening as she slowly started to touch herself. His gaze dropped and he could see her hand rubbing her pussy through the material. She purred in satisfaction and opened her eyes staring at him, her hand continued to move. “I'm wet Matt, fuck I'm so wet for you,” she moaned and continued, “I've got a finger in me now, sliding in and out of my. . was she married? How far along was she? Would she be interested in a date? These thought filled my mind, as did many hot, erotic images involving me, her, and satin sheets. Finally, after staring at her for what seemed like an eternity, and getting several signals from her, I decided to go for it.I rose to my feet, in what I hoped was a casual motion, and immediately realized that I had a massive erection bulging out of my gi. I glanced up, a bit flushed with emberassment, and realized Vivian. My daddy got his self killed during the war so she had to work in an office to support us. She didn't have a lot of spare time so she hired this colored lady named Beula to come over and do the cleaning and laundry and be there for when I got back from school. She'd make our supper and have it ready when Momma got home and then take care of the dishes before she went off to where ever it was she lived."Beula always used to call me 'Mister Richards' when ever she spoke to me even though she was.