Getting undressed had made her a little cold, so Lorna turned to the fire and stoked it up, placing on another couple of logs; she gazed at the flickering flames as the wood was engulfed. As she knelt in front of the fire the tightness of the leather skirt in this position pressed onto her pussy, which by the very nature of her heightened sexuality had already unfolded its petals.
This therefore created an almost electric shock through her sexual organs as the cold material came into contact with her warm lips. Involuntarily she let out a squeal, “uuummm that was naughty!” She spoke to the empty room, smiling, she got up returning to the mirror.
Lorna’s breasts were firm and full.
At 36C they were more than large enough for her husband who always said how much he enjoyed fondling them. For her part, Lorna would have liked them to have been a little larger. What she did like about them however, was how the nipples were on the up-tilt of the breast, which made them look extremely pert. It also meant that when excited, as now, her nipples were very visible.
As Lorna looked at her reflection, she could she how the material of the blouse was being strained at the buttonholes that lay between her heaving chest. “You’ll be bursting out of there before too long,” she said to them.
