"And she's going to think I'm crazy accepting an offer for dinner from a man I just met at the meat counter, but ever since my divorce all I've done i... sit around the house cooking or cleaning, so I don't mind surprising her and showing her that I can meet someone on my own without hanging out on a bar stool all night feeling like one of these pieces of meat here." I know what you mean, I'm recently divorced myself," though wishing I hadn't said it the moment I did, especially when I caught. She looks and acted like she could be older and could pass for twenty-one easily; she was nearly fully mature in mind and body. I had fallen head over heels in love with her. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever known. We had taken a trip to Colorado; it was to be for a month but stretched into three. Sara was only four months old when we left. Everywhere we went people saw how Jewels was with Sara, carrying Sara everyone assumed she was her mother. The fact that Jewels was more. I don’t see that the problem is,” he said. He had a vicious grin on his face and gave my ass a loud and forceful slap. The elevator door opened and we stepped in. Fortunately, there was no one else in there. The door closed as Daddy pressed the button to go to the 84th floor. We rode up in silence as he stared at me, enjoying my squirming and quivering. I stood there, with my knees together and legs closed as tight as possible, but it wasn’t enough. By the time we reached the 25th floor, a wave. The woman was the definition of a MILF. Late 30s, maybe early 40s. The kind of curves only a woman in her sexual prime can have, obviously held in check with exercise and good diet. Long, thick, curly, jet black hair framed a face with striking high cheekbones, full red lips and green eyes before cascading down over a green silk blouse that did little to hide a set of enormous nipples, engorged and pointing out from a pair of medium to good sized breasts. Her lips were slightly parted and Simon.