We never had a special friendship, but she was always pleasant to me, as she was to everybody. I left the company after a few years, but we kept in to...uch via social media. Nothing special. Just the odd like here, a humorous comment there. Judging by her social media, she liked to party. There was always a girl’s holiday going on, or a cocktail night somewhere. But there was never a suggestion of anything wild or raunchy happening. No pictures of her lying naked on a bench after a couple too. The store had about a dozen employees but since I worked the day shift I really only knew a few of them. There was Becky who was about my mom's age and was really nice to me. There was Nelson who was the butcher. And of course there was Carl who was Mr. Huey's son-in-law. But then there was Jolene!Jolene was a walking wet dream. She was slim with big tits and blue eyes. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a long ponytail. She made my dick hard just looking at her!One day I was watching her and. She moved her arms behind her, locating the tab of her zipper. She pulled it down, then shrugged. The top of her dress started to fall from her tits, but she caught it, keeping it in place as she stared hotly at her son.Then she allowed one tit to be revealed.Mike’s eyes went hot and hungry as he stared at his mother’s tit. Her pale brown nipple was rigid, rubbery hard and standing out in succulent sweetness.“Your turn,” she said, her voice thick with desire.Mike turned onto his side again, and. In due course, after exploring all of her mouth and exchanging every bit of my saliva with her, I started licking her lovely face. She was dressed in a violet kurti and dupatta (of same colour), and black leggings.I removed her dupatta and kissed over the right sleeve of her kurti. She shyly raised her hands upwards as I removed the kurti. Then I slided down and removed her tight black leggings. It was easier to remove the leggings than I always imagined. Her face clearly expressed her extreme.