Jill had been over to the house a number of times in the weeks following the Christmas party, and I had to admit I had enjoyed every visit.

She seemed to delight in wearing different sexy outfits for me, some provocative and some downright sexual, like the night she wore knee high black leather boots, a leather bustier and nothing else.

I damn near creamed myself when I answered the door and found her standing on the front porch in just that, the chill of the air making her nipples stand out like little mountains on her full tits and her trimmed red bush in plain sight.

I heard the...