Shrugging, I made up another pitcher, but more slowly than the first time, since things were starting to move when I reached for them. I brought this... pitcher over and filled them both up again, and we set to work cooling ourselves down. It was a valiant effort, and we both downed another glass and a half before she got even more brazen. She grabbed the hem of the wife beater and pulled it upwards, revealing her deeply tanned stomach and back. ‘Don’t mind me, I figure we’re gonna be roommates a. ." Her protestations grow more shallow and weak. "Close your eyes for a moment." I say. She does. She feels my lips on hers. Lightly at first. Then a deeper kiss.She cannot get enough air... She has to pull back to catch her breath. I allow her to calm a bit, to regain her composure, but her face has reddened. And, a red blush appears on her neck and chest. She reads again, but the words are coming out staccato, only one at at time...She feels her clit tingle and pulse as my finger rests. ‘Tom, you need to know, I am different,’ she explained to me. ‘Different how?’ I asked Cheryl. She didn’t answer at first and we kept kissing and I was undoing the buttons of her top. The top came off and I got her bra off as well. Cheryl didn’t seem to mind that I had my lips planted in the tips of her nipples. I was sucking both nipples into my mouth. After a few minutes of this Cheryl pushed me away. I was a little confused. She seemed to be getting into the kissing and touching. Cheryl. I reached to the women’s dress lot where I found a lovely fabric brush on my hand. I stopped immediately and pulled it out of the lot. It was still in hanger, a knee-length dress made of velvet. It was a blue coloured dress with a pearl belt attached to it.I asked mom if she liked it. Her eyes wide open she said, “It is a little too sassy for my age”. I convinced my mom to try it and not let age judge anything.My mom was 43. My dad was out of town. Mom shopped mostly alone. This very first.