Anyway, we managed to keep it under control and after an hour of incessant talking and glancing furtively into each other’s eyes and at each other’s body, we walked back to the house. We instinctively held hands and then dropped them, because this was her area, where everyone knew her and he couldn’t afford suddenly to be seen, smitten, with someone she had only just met.I wondered how long we could keep up the screens when we got indoors, but she seemed to relax as soon as we got in, because her daughter was sitting in the kitchen with her boyfriend. They were twenty-something and she was a modern version of her mother: equally buxom and radiant but with the younger woman’s extra licence to thrill. Her jeans and top were tight and showed off her full breasts, beautiful bouncy bottom, and slightly rotund stomach.If I hadn’t been in pursuit of her mother I would have been wondering how we could lose the boyfriend and get down to brass tacks ourselves.The couple’s visit had obviously. She put her hand on my calf, then slowly up along my sock, over my knee, and up my bare thigh. I put down the dildo and touched her huge breast: she shivered.I whispered in her ear, my fingers on her nipple.“How can I earn a bob, miss?”Mrs Robertson pulled my face down to her satin-covered breasts and squashed me between them so I could hear her heart pound. Now she stroked my hair, taking care not to remove my cap. Slowly I eased her breast over the top of her corset and took a huge nipple into my mouth, suckling and licking for all I was worth as I looked up.“Oh my baby…” she whispered. “Oh my God…”Mrs Robertson lay back on the sofa and I curled up in her lap, suckling her breast as she slid her hand up my pleated skirt to my little cotton panties. I opened my knees so she could touch me through them, feel how damp I was to be in her arms devouring her breasts. I rested my head in the crook of her arm. She slid her other hand beneath the waistband of my knickers and touched my clit.
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