...my step-mom looking back at me. Only, is it my step-mom? She looks younger and softer and her breasts are even more pert than I remember gawking at.
Then the penny dropped I was still my step-mom but at college age. Geez! Fascinated at being able to explore this great body at leisure, away from Enrique's roaming touch, I ran my small, dainty fingers over my luscious curves, letting them rest on my firm, round breasts. They actually felt part of me. I let out a slow groan as I thought how sexy I was and felt a deep urge within me that I was with Enrique again. If my step-mom was this randy no wonder she needed Enrique during my dad's long stints away.
As my eyes settled back on the body before me again I wondered at how beautiful the tanned body which looked back at me was. 5 foot 4 I couldn't have been more than 16, I had that young innocence about me, but my body had already bloomed into one fine figure. But I was Roger!
I turned round again in a bit of a panic and found myself looking in Mark's eyes again. They were lovely deep brown eyes as well...