Once inside me, she pinned my knees back by my chest. She was in complete control. I couldn't have moved if I tried. In and out - in and out - long...thrusts, short hard thrusts. Michelle was holding nothing back. In this position I found I could easily stroke my own cock while being fucked silly. All I could see in the mirror now was Michelle - her blonde hair all askew - and my knees and feet draped over her shoulders. My sexy red toenails dangled in the air. My tits now pulled to the. “It took forever to get Jenny to say she would ... and now ... well, she’ll never do it now.” He tells me like the bank was giving out bags of money and he didn’t have cab fair to get there.“What? You mean give you a ... a blowjob?”“Mooooom!”{I would’ve sworn that when I said the word Blowjob, that he adjusted his hands in his lap, trying to better conceal the huge erection he had.}“What?” I had a little smirk on my face. “Do you think that I’m so old and out of touch that I don’t know what a. Are you mad?”No words could express my emotions. I was slightly jealous but also found myself pushing her back on the bed in that exact position and again entering her, “Is this how you meant?”“Oh yes, fuck me just like that!”We went on for another ten or twenty minutes until we were little more than a heap of sweat and sex. We fell asleep like that, a first in nine years of marriage. The next week we worked out four of the five days and she made no effort to go in the evenings. I got the idea. In short I thought she was a walking wet dream, an orgasm on legs, a fantasy to be masturbated over in my lonely bed when I could pretend that my fingers were her tongue and I'd wake up in the morning, still wrapped in her arms!"Andrea?"I snapped back to reality and grinned sheepishly at her,"Sorry Miss Howard, I was away somewhere else for a moment" Well wherever it was, I think I'd have liked to be with you" she laughed and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from telling her, that I'd been.