Excitement was making his mouth so dry; he swallowed, put the binoculars in his lap under his hardon, took his eyes off Jennifer for a split second to...grab his glass of wine, spilled a bit down his front in his haste to get his eyes back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own figure, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct look at each breast as she turned from side to side...she faced the mirror again, took each nipple between her. “Of course, Babs, of course.”As I tried to make my way past her she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me. Instinctively my hands reached for her breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks. Then I broke away.*****A week later my wife asked if I could help her and her mother move some junk from Louise’s basement to the garage. But at the last minute my wife’s garden club called some kind of meeting. “Would you mind helping mom without me? You can explain to my mother.”Needless to say Louise. More

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