Much of Clint's expectations about sex and women, came from the adult magazines that he "borrowed" from his Grandfather and Dad. He believed that some...ay, a completely random woman was going to give him a blowjob in an elevator between floors! I'm sure he knew better, but he did get many of his kinky ideas from reading the forum letters in those magazines. Clint had experienced some rejection from girls, as most young guys do, and he had some trust issues. He thought he was in love with anybody. It was not a deliberate sexual action and he was still paying total attention to our conversation and accurately answering my questions.Looking up to ask me a question he saw where I was looking and suddenly realized what he was doing. With a jerk he tried to stop but I hugged him more strongly, imprisoning his arms so he could not withdraw his hand from where it was.I kissed him softly on the temple and whispered in his ear: "No need to stop. You're enjoying it, you're not doing anything. 'Cos I've never been treated like that and I've never felt like that ... I've never come like that from diddling me own clit ... and what he did to me tits! All the others just mauled them. On the other 'and 'e wasn't takin' no for an answer: get your clothes off, 'ave a shower, 'ave another shower, you're going to 'ave to learn to do as you're told. An' I said yes. An' I enjoyed sayin' yes. Oh shit! What 'ave I let meself in for?"Further thinking did nothing and she suddenly realised that. " Mmmm, honey, you did what? You fucked the judge? Seriously?" Stan asked. Stan walked over to his sexy MILF wife, and pulled her close in his arms, loving the feel of her full breasts pressing against his chest as he lowered his hands down her back and cupped her firm ass, pulling her pussy mound close against his body. Stan was already nearly fully hard from the lusty excitement of knowing that his bride was telling the truth and she'd actually fucked the judge she argued cases in front.