Sylvia s mom part 4
When I got back to Sheila's house that evening, she greeted me at door. She had a towel wrapped around her which barely covered her nipples and hung just to the top of her thighs. It was obvious that she had no intention of wasting time with clothing. She was like an alley cat in heat or a crazed tigress as she dragged me into the house. She was tearing at my clothes almost ripping them shreds to get them off of me. She didn't even bother trying to make it to the bedroom. She knew exactly what...