It looked like Iwas proving to be attractive to that age group.It happened one evening, when Jane and I were attending a socialfunction at the local t...own hall. To be honest, I was not feeling ahundred percent, I think it being a reaction to my medication. So, Itold Jane I was slipping outside for a breath of fresh air. Before Iknew it, I was joined by a man who I had seen in the hall, a man I didnot know or for that matter, did not wish to know. He approached me andunfortunately, with my back. Im hungry for a treat. Marc grinned at Abby wolfishly, his teeth very white. His blond hair was pulled back in a short ponytail. Well, they are $3.50 a box, and Im anxious to sell as many as possible, said Abby, thrusting her chest forward. Greg ran his fingers through his dark hair, and lazily looked down at her breasts. It might convince us to buy your cookies if you were wearing a proper uniform. That blouse is not regulation Girl Scout attire. Marcs face took on a mock-serious look, as he. There was a white blouse with a red and white necker, and a light blazer in the same burgundy colour, but edged with white and with a white lip to the pockets; finally, there was a small cap in similar pattern. My two examiners were striking women, experienced air crew, tall and slim, with trim figures and stylish make-up. The one who looked in her early 30s had brown hair streaked with blonde, cut at collar length; the other, who looked a little older, had black hair wound up and pinned with. When I have totally satisfied him he will dress and I will walk him down to the front door where he will ask if he can see me again soon. I will smile and tell him that my pussy is his whenever he wants it and I will kiss him goodbye. The door will be barely closed behind him and I will be running up the steps to the bedroom where my husband will be waiting with a rock hard cock, providing, of course, that he didn't jack off in the closet.How did a thirty-eight year old loving wife and mother.