Then his shirt. Buttoned to nearly the top, letting some of the crisp black hairs on his chest poke free. He'd start with cuffs, pulling them open. Th...en with the buttons on the front of his shirt. She liked undressing him. She liked to run her fingers down his chest, to dart her tounge over his nipples. To move her mouth down his neck and over his lips, never quite letting him catch her. She liked kissing down his stomach further and further until she kneeled in front of him, her hands stopped. She was a tease if not a heartbreakerwith guys in the neighborhood, having left many brokenhearted more thanonce over the years. Best part of all this is that she was known for beingan easy "feel". Not only did we learn how to kiss from her but also about the femaleanatomy. Separately we had carefully groped her body finding whattreasures a girl had to offer. Her breasts were small with puffy nipplesjust waiting for someone to suck them. On the odd occasion she would allowa hand to drift. They had been married 27 years and had two c***dren, their eldest boy Gonna Rhea at 24 was a fine looking lad and Siff Phylus their daughter with her long blonde hair and sexy figure was the proverbial honey pot. Her-Peas figured with all the males’ attention she got her 21 year old would soon fly the nest so to speak and marry. That’s if she could stop flitting from guy to guy. None of the c***dren took after their father with his no sign look of normality. All seemed to have inherited her. Recently, however, we were sat outside having a glass of wine and I was saying how wonderful it would be if we were sat there naked which sparked off another lengthy discussion. Finally, she said “Why don’t you go?” “What? On my own?” “Yes” she said. “You want to do it, find yourself a local club and make some enquiries; those ones you were showing me last time invite people to come and try it out to see if they like it before they join. You could do that. You might find that it’s not for.