“Do you love weird worm?”“Yes, Mistress Gloria,” holly replied, “I love weird worm.”“And you,” she said, pointing at me, “do you lov...e slave holly?”“Yes, Mistress Gloria,” I almost shouted.“There’s one more thing,” Mistress Gloria said and then pointed down at the floor in front of her feet.I didn’t know what she wanted, but holly dropped to her knees and bowed down very low so that her head was almost touching the wooden floor. Her hands were extended out in front of her so that she was almost. The walnuts she had for breasts when she was 12 had grown to B-cups. B-cups! Where the hell did they come from? Her waist had thinned and her hips had started to flare. Somewhere, she had developed a Brazil butt that, when I noticed it, was hard to look away. Her development fascinated me and I found myself checking her out when we were together. Especially when she came over to swim. As time went on she and she got more and more beautiful. I tried to be discreet, but she would catch me with my. Caitlin walked around Tamicka and sat on the bed.“Well?” Tamicka asked, expecting to be cussed out.“Well what?” Caitlin asked.Honestly, I couldn’t take my eyes off Tamicka’s body. She seemed almost ashamed at being caught doing it.“Well aren’t you gonna cuss me out?” Tamicka said, lifting her head to look at us.She still made no attempt to cover herself up and just stood there with her arms down at her sides. Caitlin stared at her for a moment then threw her head back laughing. I admit I had to. I could feel my chest pound through my shirt and beads of perspiration were taking shape on my forehead. To have a woman (an older woman, at that) make an advance on me like this stirred a strange mixture of emotions within me - flattery; arousal; nervousness; lust. Trembling, I placed a large, rough hand on her small, dainty one and she tightened her grip once more. Inch by inch, our faces drew closer together, our breath mingling in the space between, our fingers intertwining on my lap..