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Old 01-01-2018, 06:43 PM
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Default John, glanced idly around the living room at first, sipping more of his drink. Then, his

John, glanced idly around the living room at first, sipping more of his drink. Then, his
gaze rounded forward, naturally going to the mirror on the door. It was then that he
realized he could see into Helen's bedroom.
He saw Helen. She was standing by the closet and had already taken off her suit jacket
and was fumbling with the skirt. John started to jerk his eyes away, but the knowledge
Helen didn't know he was looking worked an irresistible fascination on him. He
watched her as she continued to undress.
Helen took off her clothes with seductive slowness. After loosening the waistband of her
skirt, she pulled out her blouse and unbuttoned it. John watched as she took it off. She
was wearing a pink brassiere, molded to the shape of her perfect tits.
The skirt went next, dropping in a soft heap around Helen's ankles. There was no slip
underneath, only long pantyhose. They remained on as Helen reached her arms behind
her back and undid the clasp of her bra.
As she peeled the bra forward, John sipped hard on his drink. He knew he shouldn't be
watching, that the gentlemanly thing to do would be to look away.
But he wanted to see those tits. He was rewarded a moment later, as Helen peeled the
flimsy bra from her breasts and tossed it on the bed.
John's intrigued eyes stared at the mirror and at the reflections of Helen's half-naked
body. What a pair of tits! His eyes drank in the full rich curves, the slightly swollen
nipples, darker than his wife's nipples. Different and therefore a little more interesting.
He liked the way Helen looked now, wearing nothing but her panty hose and a pair of
highheeled shoes, her big tits bouncing and jiggling a little as she turned back from
tossing her bra on the bed. He reflected that she sure had big tits for such a slender
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