That evening, Billy returned home to the mouth-watering smell of Sharon's special wine braised beef pot roast. The eighteen year old gave a gratified smirk at the delicious odours and headed straight for the kitchen.

Although he'd been half expecting it, the sight that greeted him took his breath away. Sharon was waiting for him. She was dressed in a tight white blouse that was knotted between her big breasts, leaving her flat, tanned stomach bare. Her skirt was pleated tartan, and incredibly short, and made her toned legs seem impossibly long. In fact it was so short that it was almost better described as a belt. He could only...