She was wearing a soft silk black blouse with buttons fully done up to her neck and a bra that held her breasts up magnificently. Her skirt matched in... black to her knees with black stockings and low heels. The stockings were seamed. The low heels just gave a slight emphasis to her strong calves and a hint of full thighs with the tight skirt. I was able to view her as she walked about getting the tea ready. She must have noticed for when she sat on the corner of the table and crossed her legs. It was green backless tank top and was not something the 'old' Sandy would even look at. The top was really designed for someone with tits at least one size smaller. The 'old' Sandy would need to wear a bra with the top otherwise her tits would look too droopy but the bra would ruin the backless side of the top. But now Sandy didn't need to wear a bra anymore so the top was back on the shopping list.'This looks pretty hot to me.' thought Sandy as she surveyed the image on the mirror. After. As I left I couldnt get that tight body out of my head, she just looked amazing and all I could think about was getting in her pants. I was driving to the other side of town so it would take me about 30 minutes to get there. When I finally meet up with my friend the night was cut short because he had to rush home for an emergency. So I had a drink and headed back home, I thought about calling but decided since I was only gone for about an hour there was no point. I got back home about 8 PM, I. "Good morning," Barb replied. "You surprised us! We were expecting..." A man," I finished. "I know. Forgive me, but I'm as new at this as you are and I am probably as nervous as you. Let's all relax. Jesse, you needn't tuck..." I waved at his crotch. "In the unlikely event that I should actually cause you to be aroused, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." I was wearing the 'sponsor coverall' -- which really did nothing more for my shape than my housedress -- and maybe less. I shifted my.