"Don't I know you?" he asked.

"You may have seen me," Donna answered. "That is, if you read the woman's magazines. You know, fashion and all that."

The man, snapped his fingers. "Of course! You're a model!"

"Off and on," she replied. "Not as much now."

Donna had graced the covers of many fashion magazines, and inside those magazines, she had modeled the latest fashions, including skimpy panties and bras and gowns designed for fun times in the bedroom.

"I'm getting too old for modeling," she said. "It's the young girls they want today."

"Old?" The man's eyes crinkled. "You're hardly over twenty-five."

Donna smiled, then gestured to her son. "Meet my son, Tommy."

"Hi," the man said to Tommy. "I'm Keith, and that little beauty is mine. Judy, meet our new friends."

The little girl smiled shyly at Donna, then at Tommy.

"Judy is shy," Keith said. "At least when she first meets people. She likes you, though. She only smiles at those she likes, otherwise she pouts."

Tommy and Judy stood looking at each other the way boys and girls will at first, both with shy smiles. Tommy shuffled his sneaker against the ground and Judy folded her hands behind her back.

As they chatted, the man kept looking Donna over, bold and unembarrassed about his appreciation. Donna enjoyed it, too. Her shorts were still caught in the crack of her ass, making them tight at the crotch, and it seemed as if her pussy was exposed through the thin garment. Her long clit throbbed, and she wondered if it was pressing at her shorts like a little hard-on.

Keith invited her and Tommy to join them for a cold drink, and Donna accepted. When they climbed back onto their bikes, Judy lifted her slim thigh over the crossbar, and once more there was a flash of her pretty panties. Donna glanced at her son, and she knew he had seen them.