Teaching Tara Part III The T shirt
I spent all evening thinking about my afternoon with Mr Tanner. I would close my eyes and relive his kiss, warm and so sexy. And what came after, how he’d undone my shirt and exposed my breasts, kissing and licking them. It felt somehow wrong, to be almost naked with a man so much older. My dad had always told me that only my husband should see me naked, but it had felt so good to have Mr Tanner’s mouth and hands touching my breasts. I could feel myself getting excited at the thought of a...