Pam answers in nothing but a thong. Carole stands rigid in the doorway, eyes flicking down before she forces them up again. "Your clothes are turning every husband on this block," Carole hisses. "Including mine." Pam steps closer, bare breasts brushing the older woman’s blouse. "And what about you?" she asks, soft but pointed. "Are you thinking about my ass too?" Carole’s answer never comes. Pam’s hand slips beneath the housewife’s skirt, finds warm skin, and presses between her cheeks. A single fingertip circles, slow and certain. Carole’s breath catches. Another finger joins, slick now, easing inside while Pam’s free hand cups one heavy breast through cotton and lace. The door shuts. Carole’s skirt hits the floor. Pam bends her over the kitchen counter, spreads her, and works two fingers deeper, twisting, opening. Carole pushes back, greedy for more, her own hand sliding between her thighs. Pam leans in, teeth grazing Carole’s shoulder, and keeps the steady rhythm until the housewife’s legs shake and a low, helpless moan fills the quiet kitchen.
Pam answers in nothing but a thong. Carole stands rigid in the doorway, eyes flicking down before she forces them up again. "Your clothes are turning every husband on this block," Carole hisses. "Including mine." Pam steps closer, bare breasts brushing the older woman’s blouse. "And what about you?" she asks, soft but pointed. "Are you thinking about my ass too?" Carole’s answer never comes. Pam’s hand slips beneath the housewife’s skirt, finds warm skin, and presses between her cheeks. A single fingertip circles, slow and certain. Carole’s breath catches. Another finger joins, slick now, easing inside while Pam’s free hand cups one heavy breast through cotton and lace. The door shuts. Carole’s skirt hits the floor. Pam bends her over the kitchen counter, spreads her, and works two fingers deeper, twisting, opening. Carole pushes back, greedy for more, her own hand sliding between her thighs. Pam leans in, teeth grazing Carole’s shoulder, and keeps the steady rhythm until the housewife’s legs shake and a low, helpless moan fills the quiet kitchen.
