Rita, a mature blonde, sits on the couch in her living room, her legs crossed, a glass of wine in her hand. She s dressed in a tight, low-cut top and a short skirt, her long legs encased in sheer black pantyhose. Her son s best friend, Kenneth, sits across from her, his eyes locked onto her body. You know, I ve been thinking about you a lot lately, Rita, Kenneth says, his voice low. Is that so? she replies, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Yeah. I can t help it. You re just so fucking sexy, he says, his eyes moving to her legs. You like these, baby? she asks, uncrossing her legs, giving him a perfect view of her hose-clad pussy. Fuck yes, he growls, his cock already hard. I thought you might. You know, I ve been thinking about you too, she says, standing up and walking over to him, sitting down on his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck. Is that so? he asks, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing it. Mmm, hmm, she says, her lips finding his, kissing him deeply as she grin
