Outfit of a Milf

I am a boy in my early twenties, but I don't have a permanent girlfriend. Sometimes I feel I am not interested in girls of my age group but I start shiver with excitement of a milf's sight. You know a milf is a real woman who knows what a boy like me needs. I may say it for sure as I have already had some experience with them. They are in their forties or sometimes fifties, however, they can still drive me crazy. You know what I mean. They are so active sexually and know so much about real sex that I don't desire for anybody else just a sexy milf with enormous tits who is hungry for sex. I don't mind if the relationship is secret as the enjoyment is much more important than the publicity around us. And now I am waiting for a milf right now therefore I am glad as I know what lustful experience I will be enjoying  all afternoon. Here she comes! Oh, my god! Her appearance will kill me before we reach her bedroom. She approaches me in her high heels rocking her waist covered with only a silk miniskirt. As her white fur coat is open, I can see her tiny top and her rascal tits underneath. I clearly know that she is wearing no bra but a lace negligee, certainly snow white, which is just slightly shorter than her skirt. Besides, I am also sure that she is not wearing panties, either, so she will start her wicked game with me right after we get into the car. It's wicked because I can't touch her, however, she shows me that I am right, I mean that there are no panties under the skirt. Now she hugs me kissing my neck so I can smell her irresistible fagnance. She is crazy about perfumes and I have felt the same since we first met. She rubs her tits to me and breathes deeply revealing her sensual thoughts. Without delay I lead her to my car and inside I receive the first surprise. She takes my hand and forces it to pull up her skirt a bit. No, she is wearing a tanga, a lace tanga with a little bell in the front. And now I experience the other surprise because her tanga is red, bewildering red!