Muscle Woman
Andy glanced over at his wife, one hand still on the wheel the other on her slender thigh. She was a beautiful sight. She was dressed in a pale orange dress. She wore no bra to support her breasts. They needed no bra, they stood high and firm. The dress had a wide and deep V neck boldly exposing the supple soft alabaster skin. His eye moved down her body to his hand and her exposed flesh. The dress normally hung below the knee but the wind had moved it up mid thigh and the sight of her...