A compromise. I slide up and down along his shaft, wishing he’d finish sooner rather than later. This isn’t going as well as I’d hoped. My min... is begging my mouth to tell him to fuck off. ‘I’m not your marriage counselor!’ His nasty words echo repeatedly inside my head. Why won’t he finish already! This was a mistake. “Oh shit!” Michael’s eyes open wide as if he had just seen a ghost. I turn my head to the side, shaking my hair away from my face and see my husband standing in the doorway. . I accepted.Once there, as we sipped our coffee, she said her flat was very near and she had some cash there; so, she would like to pay me back. Rhonda insisted until she convinced me to go with her…We soon got to her place and I stayed at the door but she told me to come in, while she looked for the cash. I sat on the couch and she disappeared into her bedroom. When she returned to the living room, she was now wearing a black satin nightgown and a couple of sexy stilettos. I stood there. He was a handsome man with gray hair in his sixties and the older even the younger women thought so. One day coming home from school with my friend Jillian, she asked me if I had ever seen him naked, giggling No! I wouldnt want to see him all sagging. I answered. She giggled too but said I would love to see what he looks like down there. Since that day I had had a tiny crush on him curiosity pushing me to see what his penis looked like and then afterwards wanting to have him in my kitty. At my. Her legs were open and she had her tots on her hands. Instantly horny. I sent it to my photo vault and created a 'Mom’ folder before I set it down and jerked off to my new image.The next morning at breakfast I told her I’d got a message again and she said 'Again?? I must have hit the wrong number’ and carried on making pancakes.I didn’t believe her for a second. She had sent that to me intentionally and that night I knew for sure. Once more my phone vibrated and there again was a message. I.