Walter leaned forward and kissed each cheek. He felt her body shake and heard the deep rasping of her breath. He could smell the odors of her heated crotch, the fumes of her running motor, the aroma of good things cooking.
With her back still to him he pulled the panties down to her ankles and watched as she stepped free. The merest hint of her pink t**t showed for a second deep between her buns and thighs before she stood tall again. He wanted to savor each second with her, enjoy the freshness of her body to the utmost degree.
She faced him and he saw the shyness of her expression. She was embarrassed, unsure of herself. Her arms came up to cover the inadequacy of her breasts, her legs were tight together to hide the sparsity of her pubic hair. Eileen had hoped they would meet in the da
