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I just hoped Madam Evelyn had not started taking this affair so seriously. But then, I would still play along.

"So, what do you say about moving in here? I'm always so lonely. Don't you like the idea?"

I smiled. "I like it," I lied.

"Good, when we you move in? Of course, I'm not saying you should bring all your load. But bring enough clothes and other things you need, so that you won't need to be going there everyday."

"When do you want me to move in?" I boarded her.

She squeezed my balls. Was that a gesture that she was pleased?

"What about this weekend?"

I sighed and nodded. "Okay, Madam."

"Hey, what's the madam stuff? Please call me Evelyn, or any sweet name."

"Okay, honey."

"That's better."

She gave me a long kiss. Now, I knew the talking session was over. She encouraged me to remove her flimsy top.

"Wait," she said. "Let's move to the bedroom."

She locked the sitting-room door. I then carried her to the sitting-room where we earnestly resumed our amorous explorations.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue across it, making her entire body shudder, then let go and licked her wet slit a few more times, each time I licked her clit, she would shudder and say “Oh my goodness,” but each time her voice became shakier.
I slid two fingers inside her and slowly began finger fucking her.

“Oh baby yes, do with me as you please, I’m all yours, do anything please baby,” she said grabbing at her tits as her wide hips started raising and falling in time with my hand. Then a long loud moan as her hips began gyrating, thrusting harder against my fingers. I pushed another two fingers inside her as she was moaning and letting out little whimpers,

“Oh ....goodness I’m going to cum, baby I’m cumming oh goodness...” she said lifting her head watching what I was doing. I sucked her clit, flicking it as my fingers bleeped her faster then to my surprise she cum hard, gushing girly juice all over me and her bed,

“I’m so sorry baby oh goodness Bleep me put your cock in me please honey, I need it now."



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I reached over and grabbed my boxer. I stood up beside the chair and pulled on my clothes as she continued to kneel before me, still not meeting my eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"I ... I ... yes, I'm fine," she said as she looked at me, a surprisingly calm expression in her eyes and in the tone of her voice.

"I just think it's best if you go right now."

She gave me a small comforting smile that warmed me deep in my soul. I could see that I didn't need to worry about her right now; she just had to sort out her own thoughts at the moment. And the way she looked at me, I could sense a deep understanding of our new relationship was taking root within her, one I hoped to continue to build on, just the way I wanted it to.

"I love you so much, Madam."

I bent over and gave her a soft tender kiss on the lips. Her lips were soft and warm against mine, and it was a perfect kiss to end the day with.

She grunted an indistinctive reply as she looked up at me. I smiled softly in return and said nothing more as I pulled my shoes on and made my way out of the bed room. I went through the staircase to the ground floor.

With a smile of satisfaction on my face, I the building and made my way to where I would get a bus to Ikeja, and from Ikeja to Palm Groove.



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Back at my two-bedroom flat in Palm Groove, I thought over the events in the last one hour. Gosh, I'd always known my 51year-old madam had a terrific body, but I never knew she could look that sizzling hot! That tight t-shirt and bum short showed off every scintillating curve of her voluptuous body.

I knew she was still thinking of many things, so I had to make sure I moved nice and slow. I had to continue to say things to her and boost her self-confidence, yet still have her feel that she was reliant on me.

I wanted to make sure she opened up to new experiences, to a sexier way of life. I wanted her to focus on me instead of venturing out on her own to any other man, but I still wanted her to feel more confident about herself.

I knew I was being selfish for desiring my madam's exquisite body for myself, but I was convinced she would be much happier with a young and committed lover that I planned to be.

Maybe I was crazy, but I didn’t mind having Big Mummy as the only woman in my life. I thought of Tina and shook my head. Between Tina and Big Mummy, I would go for the later, as crazy as the idea seemed.





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And we practically lived in front of the TV watching Netflix or HBO.

We got to be lazy. We got to slack off. It was a little like a staycation, and doing all that was nice for about week, maybe two. But two weeks became three. Three weeks became four, five, and six.

There had been no classes during Spring Break, which meant that by now we’d caught up on everything GOOD to watch on Netflix or HBO and now were left with the crap no one would’ve watched if we weren’t trapped in our house because of the pandemic, and a lot of those movies were BAD. Maybe it was time to try Hulu.

I mean, we got out of the house a little. The stay-at-home order had been lifted after three weeks, and we’d started to do a lot of hiking and biking on the weekends. It was a great way to get some fresh air while staying in areas where Bukky could easily maintain six feet of social distance.

Arin and I traded off getting the groceries. We’d also played tennis for the first week before the city closed all the courts. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

And yeah, we had started to get pretty sick of each other.

I take that back: Arin was still pretty happy to have me around. That probably had something to do with Bukky turning into a righteous bitch and me defending Arin whenever she called her out on it. But my little sister and I had always got along pretty well. Bukky had been a domineering big sister since we were toddlers, so Arin and I had long held an “us versus her” mentality.

We had similar tastes in music and movies and could often be found watching Netflix together. We enjoyed playing board games, or at least had enjoyed them before becoming teenagers and getting distracted by teenage things. Now trapped at home for days on end, we’d rediscovered the nostalgic joy of playing them again. We even made a few TikTok videos together. Separated from our regular friends, we had naturally turned to each other for conversation.

But Bukky had been in her own world, isolating herself from me and Arin for the most part. She had the streaming apps on her iPad and preferred to watch movies in bed. She was constantly on the phone, and some days it seemed like she only emerged at mealtimes.

It was as if she had kept one foot out the door back to school, to her friends, and of course to her boyfriend. More than once I would pass by her locked bedroom door at night and hear her moaning as she had the media platform sex with her boyfriend. I would always quickly move on.

Empirically, I knew my sister was really sexy. She had the body of an Instagram influencer, the kind that crammed overly large tits into tight sports bras and took a lot of photos of their juicy butts in tight spandex. But I would much rather jerk off to internet porn than eavesdrop on my bitchy sister like some kind of pervert.

Speaking of the internet, Pornhub had practically become my Safari homepage. I had done alright for myself at college, with three girlfriends over the past two years, one of them lasting for six months. There had also been two one-night stands after parties with super-hot drunken sluts. I had a pretty big schlong and I knew what to do with it.

Success breeds more success, and walking around with the confidence of a young man who had bedded some smokin’ hot babes had earned me my most recent girlfriend, Avery.

Avery and I had also tried the media platform sex, but unfortunately, we’d both found it sorely lacking. Further, we really didn’t have a whole lot in common besides sex. We didn’t have the same circle of friends, didn’t have similar interests in conversational topics, and to make a long story short, we both agreed to take a break from each other for as long as this pandemic lasted. If and when we were both able to return to campus, we’d meet up and see if the chemistry was still there. If so, great. If not, we’d wish each other well and move on.

For the first week after that, I probably filled six tissues a day watching Pornhub or reading erotica. The week after that, I probably filled eight or nine tissues a day. But even that started to get old after a while, and I decided my time was better spent on video games, streaming movies, and playing board games with Arin.

As for Arin ... Well, actually, I’m not sure what Arin did all day. She didn’t lock herself up in her room like Bukky, for sure, but whenever I was in my own room playing video games or doing ... myself ... I didn’t much pay attention to what my little sister was up to. I imagined she was doing the same things as me: reading, streaming movies, and doing ... herself...




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Just then, the PHCN restored electricity. It was as if they took it for me to indulge in what I just did. Now, I could see her nudity clearly. She looked embarrassed that she was completely nude by my side especially under the full glare of the light. But there was no need for that. What I saw was a fantastic figure with very nice boobs. I pulled her to myself and kissed her again.

“I love you, Bukky.”She smiled.

“Me too.” I could see that she still felt uncomfortable. “Let me switch off the light.”

I shrugged. “Okay.”

She got up from the bed and walked to the switch. As I watched her full body, especially her buttock, I felt some arousal again. She switched off the light, locked the door (we did not even remember to do so) and returned to the bed. My kisses and caresses welcomed her.

"You’ve got a beautiful body,” I said.

“Thank you. You’re handsome too.”My mouth once more went to her nipples. They nibbled at them.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this to you,” I said.

“Why can’t you believe?"

"I can’t believe you’ve moved from ‘sister’ to lover.”She sighed. “You don’t like it?"

"Oh, no. Of course, I love it. The truth is I’ve always fantasized about holding you passionately like this."

"Bad boy.” She giggled. “It’s a dream come true. I’m glad to hold you tenderly like this.”





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Interesting work.

Rhoda squawked from the phone still in Bukky’s hand.

Pursing her lips, Bukky shot Arin a hateful glare before exhaling slowly, visibly relaxing as she did so. She glanced down at her phone and muttered, “Fine.” With that, she turned and started heading for the stairs.

Taking a deep breath herself, Arin exhaled and rolled her eyes before slapping me in the chest. “Thanks, bro.”

I shrugged like it was no big deal and sat back down. Arin picked up the Roku remote and turned Netflix back on. She also remembered to grab the TV remote and thumb down the volume just before the Netflix “Du-DUM” intro blasted our ears again. And we sat back on the couch to resume our TV show.

But just before the show resumed, I heard Bukky’s voice filter down through the silence as she bitched from upstairs, “I’m just so fucking Hot!”

Arin heard it too, and we glanced at each other with matching smirks. Arin even started laughing, but then we returned our attention to the TV.

The term “quarantine” is not technically accurate. According to the dictionary, a quarantine is when those who have been exposed to a communicable disease are put into isolation to prevent them from spreading that disease to the rest of the population, but neither my sisters nor I had any symptoms or other reason to believe we’d caught the coronavirus. Still, it makes for a better adjective than “staying at home” or “under lockdown” or anything else. So everyone we knew just said they were “quarantined”, even if “isolation” was actually probably the better descriptor for our situation.

None of us had spent significant time together for years prior to the pandemic. Bukky was a senior in college, only months away from graduation. I was a sophomore at a different university out of state. And Arin was still a senior in high school living at home. When schools closed, I got kicked out of the dorms and had to come home. Bukky lived off-campus in an apartment with her friends, including Rhoda, but she was immunocompromised, which counted as an underlying condition that put her into the “at-risk” category. So our parents insisted she come home rather than continue to shack up with a bunch of college students who were far more likely to “break the bubble” in the name of spending more time with their friends.

As for our Mom and Dad themselves, they’d moved a hundred and fifty miles away to stay with Mom’s parents, who were also “at-risk” due to their age and Grandpa’s liver issues. We kids were old enough to take care of ourselves for a few weeks, right? Bukky was basically confined to the house, but Arin and I could get groceries, stock up on toilet paper, and get all the things that Amazon couldn’t provide. Plus, knowing that we were taking care of an immunocompromised sister, we wouldn’t flaunt the rules or take risks like so many of our classmates.

But it was SOOOO boring.

All three of us were taking classes on Zoom, but those didn’t take up all that much time. Our teachers tended to hold class for fifteen minutes, point us to the class website for a list of things to do, and then everybody was on their own. I spent a good amount of time playing video games. My sisters the media platformd with their friends. And we practically lived in front of the TV watching Netflix or HBO.







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She smiled at me and came to sit on my laps.

I rubbed her back gently. It was a build-up to the main action.

"I hope you will continue to treat me well," she said. "I really liked the way you handled me the other time.'

"Treating you well would be a priority."

She was wearing a satin sleep wear and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. My right hand went under the top and made its way to her breasts. I started handling them.

She closed her eyes. I could say categorically that she was enjoying what I was giving her.

"Can you marry a woman older than you?"

I was silent for a while. "Yes, I can, once I'm assured of mutual love and desire."

"Hmn...."

I fondled her boobs more and tickled the big nipples.

"Can you marry a woman that already has a child?" she asked further.

Now, what was Madam Evelyn driving at? I decided to play along. "Yes, once there's mutual love and understanding."

"Hmn......."

She adjusted her sitting position to unzip my trousers. Her left hand went inside my boxers to stimulate my cock. In no time, the organ bobbled to full life.

"Can ... we have....an arrangement...where you...will stay here.... permanently....with me?"

I knew the rising desire in her was responsible for the way she spoke. All the same, the warning bell rang in my head. Be careful, I told myself.

I pretended not to have heard her but intensified my tickling her nipples.

"Answer me, Nini," she said.

"What about your daughter?"

"What about her?"

"How will she feel if she suddenly finds a stranger living with her mum?"

"There's no need to worry about that. I will tell her you're my new found lover."

I just hoped Madam Evelyn had not started taking this affair so seriously. But then, I would still play along.




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I was slightly confused but went to get some drinks.

Almost an hour later she called me and I met her by the exit for the car. She had a large bag from her shopping, but she wouldn’t tell me what was in it and kept grinning and seemed very happy with her purchases.

When we got home, I walked her to her door. She looked at me and smiled. She said, “Tomorrow I don’t want you to be nervous. I have my six closest lady-friends coming with their dates. We have a private room at the club and we’ll have some cool dancing.”

I said, “Great, see you tomorrow.”

As I turned, she looked disappointed. “Is this how you treat your dates?” she asked. I no doubt looked confused and I wondered what I had done wrong. “Prince, if you end such a wonderful day and don’t give your date a kiss the way she is really going to feel you are not attracted to her. Are you not attracted to me?”

I started to feel embarrassed and stuttered.

“Come here, silly boy and give me a kiss. I had such a good time. You were a lot of help picking out the perfect birthday outfit.”

I leaned in to give her a light peck on the cheek and she took her left hand and shifted my face so our lips met and unlike her previous kisses this time she pressed in firmly and I could detect the slightest brush of her tongue.

My c*ck needed serious release as it pulsed down below. The whole day of bushing up against her, having her hang on my arm, watching her pose in her new black pleated mini skirt had driven me wild all day.

Cynthia put her arm behind the small of my back and pulled her body in the paper-thin sun dress against my body. I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest and her perfume wafted up and made my head spin.

As she released me, I’m sure I looked completely dazed. “Tomorrow, don’t worry Prince, it won’t be a disappointment.”

I went home and up to my bedroom to have a release. It wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t what I needed. I wanted her body. I wanted the real Cynthia! I wanted to enter her for real, but I knew that making love to her was just a dream. She needed me as a date and she was a little lonely on her birthday, but I had no illusion that it would go further than that.

As a 23 year-old guy with a pulsing, throbbing, d*ck the only thing you can do is close your eyes and keep her vision in your head and masturbate until the release comes. I was still up at 11:00 pm trying to work on my engineering project and not think about Cynthia when the phone rang. It was Cynthia.

“Prince, it’s late and I see your light’s still on. Get to bed, you will need all your energy for tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”

Well, of course that got my stupid brain to relive the entire day and the sun dress, the smell of her perfume, her hair and our kiss. All of this resulted in another erection that simply wouldn’t go away.

The next day I was a bundle of nerves until the evening came. Cynthia called at 5:00 and said “Let’s head out at 7:00 ok? Come over and we’ll take my car. You drive since I’m your date.”

I had on my nicest black slacks and sport coat and very expensive Ferragamo black shoes. I went over to her house and her door was open. I went into the front room and called out for Cynthia.

“I’ll be down in a second.” She called from up-stairs.

A few minutes later she came down the stairs slowly. What can I say? She was stunning.





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Home Alone With Sassy Ones




The stay-at-home order forces many things on people, including forcing love-lust relationships on people least expected.






“How long can this fucking thing LAST?”

The question was rhetorical, and not directed to me. My big sister Bukola was barking into her cell phone while pacing back and forth in the kitchen, waving her hands for emphasis on her the media platform call.

Although we had a “Great Room” setup, where the TV and big couches weren’t very far from the kitchen and had no walls in the way, I couldn’t clearly hear her best friend Rhoda’s response, but I could tell her tone mirrored Bukky’s frustration. Speaking of frustrated tones, my baby sister Arin yelled, “Bukky, come on! If you’re gonna be so loud, can you take it upstairs?!? We can’t hear what Carole Baskin is saying!”

I glanced into the kitchen in time to see Bukky roll her eyes and shoot Arin a dirty look. She didn’t move an inch and said into her phone, “No, it’s just my bratty sister. Ignore her.”

Arin sighed and shook her head, sinking deeper into the couch. She also picked up the remote and thumbed the volume button higher and higher ... and higher, until the sound was nearly deafening.

“Arin!” Bukky thundered.

“GO UPSTAIRS” Arin yelled right back.

“Fucking kids!” Waving her hands for emphasis again, Bukky stomped over to us and reached for the TV remote.

Arin put the remote in a vice grip with both hands and held it out of reach while Bukky bent over her trying in vain to get to it. All the while, the fancy surround sound system continued to blare at supersonic levels, and I rubbed my eyebrows just like that one Picard facepalm meme (in blatant disregard to medical advice to avoid touching my face). But seconds later, Bukky’s problem-solving skills figured out another solution, so she snatched up the Roku remote, hit the home button, and the noise abruptly went away.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” Arin howled, dropping the TV remote and bouncing to her feet.

“Why do you have to be such a baby?” Bukky spat (not literally), although I saw a trace of spittle on her lips as she got up into Arin’s face.

It wasn’t easy to get up into Arin’s face. Despite being older than her sister by nearly four years, Bukky was three inches shorter than Arin. The two of them probably weighed the same, but whereas Arin was tall and slim, Bukky was shorter and curvier. That’s not to say she was overweight by any means. She was super-fit and worked out at the gym religiously, but genetics had given her a generous helping of curves in her breasts and butt.

“Girls, girls,” I interjected, standing up and inserting my hands into the space between their bellies and then spreading my arms to physically separate them. “Let’s everybody take a chill pill. Everyone is tired of being cooped up and we’re all just trying to get by, alright? Bukky, would it really be such a big deal to take your call upstairs?”

“He’s right,” Rhoda squawked from the phone still in Bukky’s hand.





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I shrugged off the question. She went on to ask me if I could come to her place.

Come to her place? I blinked rapidly. She lived at Gbaja, which was not far from where I lived. I knew her house, but had never entered the building. I shrugged.

“That will be no problem. I’ll probably just take a stroll to come around.”

She smiled radiantly and stood up. “Thank God you know the place. I close the saloon by seven-thirty, so by eight, I’ll be at home. I’ll be expecting you this evening, Tony.”

“Sure, I’ll be there,” I said, replicating her smile. “Be expecting me.”

She moved to the door. “Alright, see you.”

“Okay.”

After she had gone, I thought over our conversation. Sister Bukky wanted your intimacy, part of my mind said. I sighed. If I didn’t want any such thing, the best thing for me to do was not to venture to her place. But then, I asked myself why I should chicken out. Had I not told her that I would come? What was wrong with being intimate with her?

That evening, when she closed at her shop, she did not come to take the jar of ice cream she kept in the freezer. Few minutes after eight, I told mum I wanted to take a walk around, and left the house. Within ten minutes, I was at the gate of her residence. The bungalow had a shop where a woman sold provisions.

“Good evening, ma,” I greeted her. “Please, I’m looking for Sister Bukky.”

The woman pointed at the passage way. “Go through that. Her room is the first by the left.”

“Thank you.” I followed the direction and soon found myself in front of Bukky’s room. From within, I could hear the sound of the sound system playing a gospel music.

Gently, I rapped on the door.

“Come in,” she called from inside.

I turned the door handle and entered the room.

“Hey, my guest has come o,” she gushed.

“Good evening, sister.”

She came to give me a hug, and all the reservations I had about her desirability disappeared. I could feel her boobs against my chest. There was no doubt that she was braless. The spaghetti top and the bum short made her alluring. I could also smell the nice perfume she had on.

The hug lasted just a couple of seconds but it increased my heart beat.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “I was almost thinking that you were not coming again.”

“Oh, since I said I would come, I would definitely come.”

“Sit down. What can I offer you?”

She occupied a room, which had standard size. Apart from the bed and a wardrobe, there was a rack for television and electronics, there was a 21 inches flat-screen, a couch and a center table. I sat on the couch. The room was decent and well-arranged.

“Anything you can offer is acceptable.”

“Okay. Let me go out and get you a bottle of mineral. I’m actually cooking and the food will soon be ready.”

“It’s okay. You even forgot your jar of ice cream.”

She smiled. “I can always take that anytime. Give me a minute.”

She left the room. I looked about the room. It was cozy as she was able to make it look decent and nice. Her picture frame was on the television stand, next to the electronic set. I moved closer to have a look. With her smile, she looked beautiful.

After about ten minutes, she returned with a tray containing a plate of jollof rice and a plastic bottle of mineral.

“Food is ready,” she announced.

I beamed in smile. There were two spoons in the plate.

“The food is for the two of us,” she said. “But the mineral is for you.”

“Thanks.”

The food was served hot, but I liked it like that. Without further ado, she sat next to me on the couch and we started to eat.

“What do you say about the food?”

I grinned. “It’s delicious. It’s one of the best jollof I’ve ever eaten.”

I meant it. The food was indeed delicious, so no flattery was meant.

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’m very certain.”

“Thanks for finding it so.”

“And thanks for making it so too.” I grinned.

There was a Nollywood movie on the t.v. We alternated between eating and watching it and only made monosyllable interjections. After the food, she asked if I wanted more.

“Oh, no. I’m very okay. Thanks.”

She uncorked the mineral drink bottle. “So, you can take this while I clear the plates.”

I nodded. She took the tray out and soon returned.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” I said.

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

She sat on the couch again. At that very moment, the PHCN chose to strike.




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. My fingers came within an inch of her love triangle and I was tempted to move closer and brush the bikini fabric, but I was too nervous that she would get mad.

After I finished doing the suntan lotion my erection was too huge and I needed to retreat into the house and force it down. I told her I needed to check my computer and email for my project. I quickly got back into the house and let my cock subside from its state of high excitement. About a half hour later, Cynthia called me again and I had changed into some slacks so I walked out by the pool.

She was standing by the door and she leaned into me and said, “Prince, thanks so much I had a really nice swim. Are you sure it’s ok for you to escort me to my birthday party?” I assured her I was more than happy to go to her party. Then she leaned in, put her hands on my waist and lightly kissed me, “You’re the sweetest.” Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Can I ask you one more tiny little favor?”

I replied: “No problem, your wish is my command.”

She laughed at that and then with her hair and lips intoxicatingly close to mine she said, “Well, I need a new outfit for the party. Can you come shopping with me tomorrow afternoon?”

I almost stuttered as I lost my composure once again, but finally was able to blurt out, “Yeah, of course.” She quickly said, “It’s a date then. Shopping tomorrow. I’ll come collect you at 3:00 ok?”

I was a bundle of nerves all night and had to masturbate twice to relive the excitement and even then I had a hard time sleeping. The next morning dragged on and I went through my closet several times to select my clothes for the shopping trip. Finally, Cynthia arrived at the door in a stunning lavender sundress and sanders with no make-up and her hair pulled back with a headband. She looked twenty-one, not thirty with flawless smooth tanned skin!

What a beautiful face, sparkling eyes, she really was smiling and looked so happy. “Ready to go and hit the shops?” she called. I walked towards her and her eyes sparkled. “Well, well, you do look like a handsome young man.” I had on a pair of tan slacks and loafer shoes with an nice white shirt. She added: “Let’s take the Mercedes. All young men like nice cars.”

At the mall she looked in a number of shops. When we walked, she leaned in and held my arm and I could smell her perfume and feel her silk hair against my arm. She said, “I hope you don’t mind, but if you’re my date tomorrow we need to look like we belong together so a little practice will help don’t you think.”

I smiled and she leaned in and gave me a hug. Good thing I had picked some slacks with an ample amount of space up front to accommodate my engorged prick. Finally, she selected some clothes, a black pleated mini skirt and a black almost see-through blouse and a pair of black thin strap heels with little Rhine stone diamond features.

She looked at me, “What do you think? Too young looking for me?”

I looked at them and said, “Try it on first and let’s see.”

So, she went into the changing room and about ten minutes later came out like a vision from one of my dreams. The pleated mini skirt fit perfectly and was just long enough to look sexy, but not cheap. She tied the blouse just above the mini skirt waist band revealing maybe one inch of flat and firm midriff and with the heals she looked like her legs went on forever rising up to that perfect rounded ass.

With the headband and the long silky hair, she absolutely did not look her age. “So, what do you think?” she asked.

“Perfect” I replied, “You look perfect!”

She looked at me skeptically. “OK, but do I look hot? Would you really take me on a date or would you just do it because it’s a favor for the divorcee next door?”

I looked back into her sparkling eyes and I could see she was having so much fun. “Really. If I saw you in a club, I would be too nervous to even ask you to dance.”

She laughed at that and said, “Good enough for me, let’s buy the outfit since it’s as hot as you claim.”

As we walked back through the mall towards the car, we were passing different places. Cynthia stopped, put her hand up by my face and said, “You have been too sweet and patient. My husband would never shop with me like this. But I just don’t think my outfit is quite complete yet. You need to be a little more patient and go to a shopping complex, while I do a little more shopping, OK? I call you when I’m finished.”

With that she giggled and leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips right in the middle of the shopping mall and gently pushed me away towards the arcade. I was slightly confused but went to get some drinks.





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