Her breath really was a little ripe, at that."You don't want me to kiss your breasts because you haven't had a shower?" I'm all sweaty." I don't care.... I love sweaty breasts." You just like mine because they're so damned big." Guilty. I do like them because they're big. I admit it." I decided that asking if I could kiss her breasts was a waste of time. If she fought me off, I'd suggest we take a shower. Immediately. Together.So, to demonstrate to her that sweaty breasts were not a problem, I. She sat in her recliner and picked up amagazine and began browsing through it completely ignoring me until."Lisa, get on your knees now."As I did and it wasn't easy in this outfit she walked behind me and tookthe hood off me then returned to her chair sitting with her legs spreadand skirt pulled up to reveal her bare pussy, no panties. I knew whatthat meant and struggled to get to her pussy and relieved her."Go slow and easy dear, be gentle. That outfit seems to excite me andI'm sure you will. He watched as sheturned, displaying her tremendous tits with pert pinknipples and amazing ass. She entered the shower.Scott’s urges and passion took over. He quickly toreoff his clothes freeing his throbbing cock. His entrywas masked by the sound of the shower. If Kellyfreaked out he could always say he thought it wasAlice in the shower. He slid open the shower door.“OH NO! Ohhh… god you scared me Daddy.” Her body glistened as the water cascaded over and downthe valley. “What’s happening now?” came the voice from the garden.“They’re going at it like bunny rabbits,” said my first neighbour.“Is that her making all of that noise?” they asked.“It certainly is,” said my second neighbour. “And you should see her huge tits swinging away.” “Bollocks,” said my first neighbour. “All that I can see is his lily white arse pumping away,” and everyone laughed.To my right I could hear a new voice. My second neighbour’s wife had come to see what the fuss was all about.“Go on.