Move further down her body.....

Is she enjoying this? You glance up at her and meet her wide open eyes. Her face is hard to read. Her mouth hangs open, her pretty pink lips dry. She could be shocked, scared or maybe expectant? Whatever she is feeling has her frozen in her chair, her breathing a little slower and more controlled now.

You release one of her breasts and drop your hand down. As you are sitting beside her you cannot slip your hand straight up between her legs. She has twisted slightly towards you from the waist up but her legs are still side on, clasped together.

You bring your hand to rest on the top of her nearest thigh and her leg jumps a little. Her skirt is heavy and made of a relatively thick, coarse fabric. The fullness of the thigh underneath more than makes up for this though and you bein a slow caress up and down the clothing that drapes her thighs.

As you gradually run your hand closer and closer to the hem of her skirt you keep cupping and squeezing her right breast softly. You look across at her face and smile when you see how she sits there. Her head is tipped back slightly and her eyes are now closed. One of her hands still rests absent-mindedly on your shoulder while the other hangs by her side.

Feeling bolder you stroke your hand along the top of her skirt covered thigh and onto the protruding knee. There is a low, long hiss from her lips as she exhales slowly. You watch with baited breath as her legs part slightly under your hand. You reach your hand around to stroke the cool skin inside her right knee, while your other hand rests idle over her heaving breast.

Man! Your cock is hard in your pants as you slide your hand up the inside of her thigh. Each leg spreads more as you reach higher, falling to either side of your hand.

"Oh!" A gasp springs from Mrs. Moffats slack, pink lips as your finger tips brush against the firm warmth of her mound. You glance up at her face as she frowns slightly in a rapture. Your gaze drops hungrily back down to where your hand dissapears under her skirt, between her thighs.You brush your fingertips lightly against her panties and feel the spring her thick pubic hair underneath. She shudders involuntarily and her fleshy thighs close slightly around your hand.