Lily’s mouth dropped open, but she quickly recovered, and just grinned at me. Turns out, she stayed with us one summer years earlier, and I jerked ...off in her panties almost every day, and she had figured it out. After a few seconds, she spoke, just saying “that looks good, I’ll be right back” and down the hall she went. A minute later she returned with her mother, both in just panties and bras. Seeing Lily like this almost made me cum right there, but somehow I didn’t. They walked to. They had to because my clue was her walk said it all. And to the touch of the slightest wind her breasts would betray her. Hardening with the wisps if the slightest wind. She was built to fuck, suck, and be dirty! It was all she ever really thought about. Whenever alone she would rub her clitoris and push her fingers in and out of her snatch as she drove around town. Fingers meandering and massaging herself endlessly. So much that she never even thought about it anymore. The way it started? Her. Taking a break from Councilor Roberts' ramblings whilst she ate her baked Alaska, Jenni looked across the room and noticed a man on the side table to her left who appeared to be looking directly at her. She had seen him before at a Chamber of Commerce dinner but did not know his name. She took him to be in his late 40s / early 50's. He was quite handsome for his age; his slicked-back hair was a shade darker than her own, which she kept styled in a shaggy bob cut; and he looked rather. He obviously was the type of thug who, even as an adult, roasted ants in the noonday sun with an eight-inch magnifying glass just to watch them explode. But I instinctively knew that he would respect someone standing up to him. Okay, I was silently and fervently praying to every major and minor deity I could name that he would show me that respect because I knew that slamming and locking the door would offer me as much protection as a starched kleenex in a Tokyo tsunami.I crossed my arms across.