Ah yes, Mrs K. Busty brunette who caused jealousy among the other mums in the street. Anything to do with the cut of her blouse and the depth of her cleavage?

Although I babysat a couple of times (andnervously explored her knicker drawer), it was the house sitting that gave me free rein. Hubby was away a lot (Navy?) and I think she joined him when he was in port, at least she was often away at weekends and I was charged with cat feeding and told to make myself at home so house looked occupied. I would have tv on, lights on, curtains drawn etc. I even did homework there occasionally. And I wore her clothes. Not just underwear but the whole thing. Swim suits, dress, slips. And I reckon she knew something was happening. Why? Because I always seemed to get an eyeful of cleavage, there was little effort on modesty. The summer before I went to Uni she often sunbathed on her patio and there I was trimming the lawn...  she was never topless in the garden but she did little to cover up. She was a terrible tease and knew I was horny, young and aroused.

If I try to describe in detail what I got up to, my typing will be oh so slow...