One evening she texted me with a request:
L: Hi, Mrs. C. Are you thinking about me, Mrs. Collins?
Mrs.C: I'm always thinking about you. What's on your mind, beautiful?"
L: Is hubby home?
Mrs.C: No, away on business for the week.
L: Get ready for me. I'm coming over.
Mrs.C: I'm always ready for you, Lynn.
L: Mmmmm. Would you like to see what I'm wearing?
Mrs.C: Please!
She then sent a picture of her braless wearing only a button-down shirt and pink panties. She had unbuttoned it enough to where I could see the swell of her amazing breasts.
L: Do you like?
Mrs. C.: God, yes.
L: Are you touching yourself, Mrs. C.?
Mrs.C: I'm so touching myself.
L: That makes two of us. See you soon.
I dimmed the lights and waited on her arrival. As she approached, her long coat hiding the treas
