and Gina were on their way to 's house when they ran into Diane, one of the lovelier looking women in the neighborhood, climbing out of her car. She was only 39, and still looked great, with curly brown hair to her shoulders, and a well-trimmed figure for her age. Despite her active lifestyle, she had let John do a lot of yard work for Diane over the last few years, and she paid generously: he suspected that she had a soft spot in her heart for him.
Diane was dressed more provocatively than usual: a short plaid skirt, and a shirt tied underneath her breasts. She looked over and zeroed in on . "Hi, ! I was hoping I'd run in to you soon." She flashed a big smile at .
felt a little unsettled, having some idea of where this was going, but not quite being used to the new world he had created. Still, he couldn't deny that her outfit was having a definite effect on him: her legs were well-toned, and her breasts threatened to spill out of her shirt at a moment's notice, with generous cleavage showing all the way down.
"Hey Diane," he said, walking up to her. "You're looking great today!"
She looked at him slyly. "You're looking pretty 'swell' yourself," she nodded to the lump in his pants. "Want to cop a quick feel?" she giggled.
was never one to turn down such offers. "I'd love to." He pulled Diane's shirt open, revealing her round breasts, crowned with perfect aerealoe. He grabbed a handful of titflesh with both hands, lifting them and pressing them together. Diane gave a low moan which drifted into a chuckle.
"I have a favour to ask of you, ," Diane said after a few seconds. "If you want to come inside, I can tell you about it, and I can help you out with your current problem," she said, cupping your balls through your pants. "What do you say?" |