"She looked up at me. "You really don't think I'm fat." My God, no."She smiled and leaned forward and kissed my lips. Fucking Jena Thompsonwas kissing... me. I kissed her. My hand slid down her waist, across herhip, down her thigh, and back up again. Her hand slid under my hoodieand rubbed my chest. I was making out with Jena Thompson. How far wasshe going to go, I wondered, because I was wearing pantyhose andpanties."You're younger than me," she panted in my ear."Does that really matter?" What. Nothing happened until we went on a family vacation in winter to Florida for a week. We all chipped in and got a nice suite to stay in instead of separate rooms. It was actually cheaper in the long run since we had a kitchen to use instead of having to eat out all week. Things were going well until one day I was on the phone with work all day and was stuck in the suite. My wife and her siblings were off shopping at some mall about an hour away and Deb and her husband were lounging by the pool.. " We got into our sleeping bag, snuggled down together, shared a kiss, and fell asleep recalling every moment of the encounter.My only nagging doubt was that the sexual buzz wouldn’t be the same next time. No fears, the climaxes were as good and got even better each time we added new variations. Many were the days that Stan and I went home in underpants soaked with each-others cum. So much so that I got the lecture from mum about the evils of self-pleasure. Just as well that she never knew the. Just then one team scored and the volume went up, she snorted and I quickly dropped the bottom of her nighty and turned to face the TV. When she moved I turned to face her just in time to see her sweep her hand from behind her to cover up her legs with her house coat. She asked me why I was sitting on her couch and I explained that I couldn't hear the tv and didn't want to turn it up. She then asked why the overhead lights were turned on and I lied and said that my cousin turned them on when.