He was a widower in his forties who worked from home. He was about 6 feet tall and about 180. He had brown short hair and no facial hair and was built... pretty well. I thought he was going to pass out. He was more shocked than I was. "I'm Jim's nephew Dave. He's out of town and I'm watching the dogs for him." "I didn't know he was gone." "Yes he had to leave suddenly, his cousin is real sick and he went to New Mexico to visit him." "I see you found his fun clothes. Let me say that you look better. ” Amy closed her phone. (If he had just asked for only me, I’d be happier.) ******** ********** ******** When the girls arrived, the widower invited them in, hugging Amy in the foyer. She wore a soft white clinging dress that revealed most of her physical assets. Marie, who was petite and much shorter than Amy, wore a white tee shirt two sizes too small that advertised her large breasts, and jean shorts that hugged her thighs. She carried a zippered sports bag. The widower invited them into. 12:04 Leslie drove. She found a remote unpopulated spot and backed the truck into a parking space. As soon as she put the SUV in park, she jammed her hand up my skirt, pulled at the waist of my panties, and palmed my naked pussy. I was dripping in her hand. I reached under her shirt and squeezed the breasts I’d waited to hold are morning. I rolled her nipples in between my finger and thumb. I pressed my saturated box hard against her hand. I rocked into a rhythmic grind. I could feel the heat. There’s only so much a guy can take when his mini friend is trying to eat its way through his pants. I gripped his arm and pulled him back onto the couch, this time under me, “you know what I really want?” I couldn’t help the smirk forming on my lips. He had the cutest look on his face, eyes wide and mouth agape. I slowly leaned down and pressed my mouth full against his, closing my eyes immediately. It was like someone touched my lips with something hot and cold at the same time. My lips.