Recent Blogs: BARE FOOT MANIACS could only marvel as he cupped Mrs. Hanson's cantaloupes in the palms of his hands. Like the other day after school in Mrs. Hanson's office, he was simply awestruck at how they felt; full, round and firm yet quite soft and pillowy, remarkable for a woman in her late forties. Johnny didn't know a lot about tits; he didn't know much about women at all, come to think of it, but he estimated Mrs. Hanson's melons had to be somewhere in the 44DD league.
"Well... ...I... ...uh..." Johnny mumbled with characteristic dumbness while allowing himself to fondle and squeeze her impressive hooters.
"Go ahead, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson continued, "pinch my nipples." Johnny pinched and rolled her pointy nipples between finger and thumb. As he did so Mrs. Hanson emitted the most sublime sigh, "Oooooooooohhh!"
"Look," she said, straightening up, "it comes off like this." Reaching behind her neck, her dress suddenly seemed to come flying off, and Johnny became aware that her brassiere wasn't the only undergarment Mrs. Hanson had gone without this morning.
Mrs. Hanson now stood before him stark naked, save for the laces of her 'wedgie' sandals that criss-crossed up her well-shaped, muscular calves. As before, Johnny marveled at how perfect her body seemed for a mature lady. He let his eyes wander from her spectacular breasts to the way her waist almost narrowed, to her nearly flat belly with but the slightest roundness, then down to appreciate the way Mrs. Hanson kept her nether hair neatly shaved and trimmed into an abbreviated blonde triangle. Mrs. Hanson's generous hips gave way, as she turned, to the cutest pair of little round asscheeks, perched above a most impressive set of muscular thighs; her remarkable lack of tanlines indicated she was an ardent practitioner of sun worship au naturel.
