She told few people about her hobby, and showed the results to fewer still. But Jake seemed sincere, she thought. "Okay. Maybe I could bring it by you...r office one day." "That'd be fine," he said. There was a short, slightly awkward silence for a moment and then Molly spoke. "I, um, I'd better be going," she said. "I start my job in a couple of days and need to get organized. Which means I'll never get organized but I’ll pretend I will." Molly turned but then stopped and put her hands over her. Then I looked at the scene of my own daughter, my very recent lover, as she snuggled up to James in a hot kiss, his hand beneath her short skirt between her long legs, pumping into her pussy. I remembered how her kisses felt, how her wet pussy felt, and I was glad James was also enjoying them. I thought of Patty and Peggy and Carol, three generations of hot women, women who loved to fuck. I knew it was in their blood and useless to try and stop it.Mel's kisses were no less thrilling, nor was. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my nubs, that wicked sensation rushing throughout my body. My eyes fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject delight. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my colorful panties as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inches of skin exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.It was such a bold thing to wear.I loved it.“Now to find the perfect skirt,” I said, racking my brain for. ’ She glanced back over at the table and the man was gone leaving Kaylee to wonder if she’d actually saw what she’d thought she had. The rest of the afternoon passed slowly until just before four when the afternoon hostess, Barbie an older woman with a heart of gold and a soft spot for Kaylee, seated a single in her section. He was tall, dark hair shot through with highlights of gold and silver and the most mesmerizing blue eyes that Kaylee had ever seen. Tina nudged her as they passed each.