Cute Housewife

My blood was singing. It was a beautiful late July day, if a bit on the warm side. I'd gotten a text message from Hank, and I made sure I told everyon... that I was going to do some shopping. I tried not to put an extra sway in my step as I rolled up my apron and headed out the door.Thirty minutes later I was very visible going from store to store at the mall. I made a point of drawing attention to myself, even waving at a couple of Mom's friends. This established my alibi, and so when I headed. My hand relinquishes its defence and the hand slips easily under my skirt, swooshes over the sheen of a stocking, tarries and indulges itself on the bareness of my upper thigh. Without demand or command one leg moves to invite and encourage the attentions of any or all of the digits caressing my sensitive flesh. Cool air penetrates beneath my clothing and reveals the extent of my arousal by cooling the now copious flow of my vaginal fluids. Gentle but insistent fingers probe further to the. More

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