In spite of Michele's slim frame she had large breasts which were just as perky and firm as they were before she had Mindy, seventeen years before.

Those twin ripe melons rested high on her chest, and were so pert that the nipples pointed slightly upward.

Although she usually did, Michele didn't have to wear a bra, a fact that Bernard was proud of.

When Michele became sexually aroused every time her man beckoned – her nipples grew large and got very hard.

They would burn and tingle with a need to be caressed both gently and cruelly by Bernard's hands and mouth.

Her waist was still very slim and her tummy was flat.

She had put on a couple of inches around her hips – her buttocks were a bit fleshier than they once had been – but Bernard only thought that this made her look womanly.

As she removed her apron she could feel the blood rushing down her body to the delta between her thighs.

Michele could feel both her inner and outer pussy lips start, to swell with the engorgement of her arousal.

She could feel the glands inside her pussy begin to secrete their natural lubrication making her all wet and slippery.

The beautiful dark haired woman knew that it wouldn't be long before she made a wet stain in the crotch of her panties.

"Let's go upstairs, big man," Michele said with a sexy tilt to her head and cock to her hip.

"Right," Bernard said. He charged up the stairs three steps ahead of her. He felt like his cock was going to burst out of his underwear and his trousers.

He could tell that his prick was going to snap out at attention in front of his loins the second it was released from its cloth prison.

Bernard was over twice as big as Michele, which made his brutishness even more appealing to the submissive woman.

He stood a couple of inches over six feet and weighed well over two hundred pounds. This is not to say that he was obese. In fact the man did not have an ounce of fat on him anywhere. He had been working out three times a week for years to keep his body in perfect condition.