She was being incredibly sensitive and not making it obvious that the items we were looking at were for me, but even so, I was extremely aware of the ...ther women around us. After about half an hour, I’d added a couple of blouses, a few tops and even a full length dress to my collection as we stood in the queue. Thankfully, Hannah paid for the purchases (we have a joint account), and I thought we’d done. However, Hannah said we had just a couple of more things to get before we went back, and the. Her dreams that night were conflicting. A tall Texan stranger, with a soft drawl, and kind face made his way into her subconscious. Her husband was there, encouraging her to live again, to love again, then he was gone from her dream, as surely as he was gone from her life. She woke early to meet her new friend at the boulder for sunrise. She was bound she was going to get some photos this morning, and hoped the colors would be as spectacular as she had seen in the past.He was up and dressed. I pulled her hair a bit only to gain access to her neck. I kissed and sucked her chins, her neck, throat and all the way to her cleavage. I traced my tongue to feel her hotness. She couldn’t stop moaning.I then suddenly took her in my arms and walked towards the bed. I placed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. She took my shirt and trousers out and felt my toned chest with her soft fingers. Her touch was amazing and turned me on equally. We forgot her cuckold husband existed in first. ”“Well,” I said, trying not to grin like a fox before the adorable hen, “it's natural for a girl to have those sort of feelings. Some people say it's wrong, but it shouldn't be something to feel guilty about it.”“Oh,” my daughter said.“And she should feel it's okay to talk to her mother about it. Her mother just might understand about these sort of crushes.” I had one on my father, who sadly passed away when I was about June's age. My husband was so much like my father, but younger. Sometimes,.