Ms.Cantby -- Denise -- presented hers first. The outfit she had on leftmost of each shapely buttock uncovered. He knelt and began to kiss thesatiny ...areas worshipfully. There was much commenting when he got yetanother hard-on. He had to crawl from one butt to another and bestoweach with multiple kisses. His wife was last and she said in front ofeveryone, "Sorry if you inhale a certain... muskiness from between mylegs, Jolene. It's just that I've been thinking of Ken and his big tooland how. Because his gardens were so extensive, Bob used an under-layment covered by mulch, to avoid most weeds. But there were always a few that defeated the black porous cloth he put around most of his plants, and he always had weeds to pull. In a way it worked out for him, because whenever Bob was down about something, pulling weeds seemed to soothe him.He was jerking them with a vengeance Saturday afternoon, thinking of each one of them as his own traitorous penis when he heard a car drive up the. We kissed for a couple of minutes before she broke the kiss, released me, and pulled her sweater over her head. I pulled my polo off, and when she took off her jeans, I took mine off as well.“Keep going?” she asked.I didn’t wait and pulled down my briefs and kicked them off. Libby unhooked her black bra and dropped it on the floor, then pushed down her matching panties and kicked them away. She had really nice boobs with big brown nipples, a flat stomach, and she had shaved her pubic hair.“You. Anne, will ... would you consider marrying me?"She met my eyes, I waited for an eternity before she spoke."I'll consider it, certainly. Ask me again tomorrow evening."What? What sort of answer is that? Mind you, what sort of question was it in the first place!My headache was quite gone, but now I was on tenterhooks over what she would say. When we climbed into bed that night, though, she was affectionate, and we made love; slowly, sweetly but intensely.I woke in the morning with her lips on.