."What...who...?" I wondered with a growing fear at who this intruder was...but I thought there was nobody else here at home except Paul, then I heard... Paul's shaking voice,"Gotcha Mom..." his arms quickly encircling my nakedness and his hand slowly feeling my breasts the other finding its way between my thighs...and as I turned around to face him, I saw him naked, his hard penis pushing against the fold of my closed thighs and slipping through them as I opened my thighs to him. I suddenly felt. Grabbing her coat and bag, she decided to park and walk from there. She really wasn't sure why she needed to do that. Maybe she wanted a little more time to compose herself. Maybe she wanted to slip up quietly so she could go up to the loft and revisit her old sanctuary first. Maybe it was because she'd left this place walking and something within her said she needed to return to it that. Regardless of the reasons why, Sara began walking.Weeds had sprung up through the patchy areas in the. Her tits were nice double D's with brown nipples, she often laughed and said jordan paid to be the same size as her. She had long legs which she loved to flaunt, because of her religion her parents were really strict so she had to be fully covered but when she came to my flat she would strip to her shorts and a tank top which barely kept her tits in.We had never had sex as she said in her religion she was forbidden until marrige but we often had oral and talked about ways in which we could have. She looked so sexy in her outfit with a push up laced bra. I was her servant man and followed closely behind her acting the part and always looking down. We went to the puppet show and stood in back overlooking the crowd. opposite us along the far wall was a young man who appeared to be 18-ish and he was staring at my wife's tits. He was rubbing his crotch and trying to place it in a comfortable position. It looked to be quite a crowd pleaser. We walked to the next show and stood again and I.