The story I’m about to relate to you began when Lizzie was 31, she had been through hairdressing college and was certificated as a professional hair...stylist. The next move to Lizzie was to either join an existing salon or come up with an idea that she could turn into the business of her own. She hit upon the idea of visiting people at their homes, to cut and style their hair and it was through this one of the first customers she chose to ask was Roy. At this point in time I can honestly say that. He pulled the tails from his waistband and slid it over his head. Then, she unfastened his belt and waistband. She slid his khakis down his legs, and Jason stepped out of them and stood before her in his briefs.They embraced again; each caressing the other’s back and kissing. “Mmm...” she said, “skin on skin.”“I like preliminaries, too,” he replied. “I like them a lot.”“The more the better,” she said. “Long, slow preliminaries.”“With lots of kissing,” he added. “I can’t get enough of those. Mike was still pushing his dick in me as hard as he could. "If only he knew. Here I am naked, fucking my son with my husband right next to me. "How soon do you think we can visit Mike after he settles in his dorm?" Well with my work load it's going to be hard to get away, but it's not that long of a drive, you can visit him without me."Talking to my husband with my son's dick in me, made me even hornier. "I understand, don't feel bad not coming each time I do. I'll come as much as I can. Is. And if one lowers his gaze, one would meet a translucent silver colored g string, aching to get out from its confines. My eyes have been painted tonight to heighten the dark green, with a glittery pale orchid shadow that beckons the lights. And ofcourse the four and a half inch silver stilettos, for which I practiced so much. Making the last few adjustments to my make-up, and lighting up my fourth Marlboro for the evening, I called Tom. "What do you think?" I asked doing a little twirl, Tom.