#62333 - If you enjoyed reading this, you may like my fictional stories as well – they are all 100% lesbian . Underneath the jacket is an Italian pintuck white shirt, tightly-tailored and unbuttoned at the throat, and her lingerie is pale yellow and decorated with little bows – I know, because I watched her slip on the bra and panties this morning! On this late summer day, she has not bothered with tights or stockings at all, and a few inches of her shapely tanned legs are on view, between the hem of her skirt and her dark brown leather boots. Then the door opens and my vision of happiness appears – Claire, just Claire, what more can I say? My angel is four years younger than me, and slightly taller: although now in her later thirties, she is so trim and slender that her pointy 30C breasts really catch the eye.