Their eyes got hungrier. They stopped touching at all, even casually. One day he’d stepped up behind her while she was in a supply closet, closed an... locked the door carefully, and told her not to turn around. Just to listen. He’d poured out his heart, his thoughts, his love. She’d stood in stunned silence. She didn’t move, didn’t speak. Long after the door had clicked shut behind her, when he’d gone, she broke down to her knees and started to cry. She rested her head against the door, one hand. I gallantly reach overhead and push the button to illuminate her reading light and she acknowledges my gesture with that heart-stopping smile.I clear my throat, unwilling to let the conversation lapse. “I seem to have heard of your book. I believe my daughter may have a copy. It must be popular.”She looks up in amusement. “Your daughter? You do not look old enough to have a daughter that enjoys Jean Auel.”“Jean Auel?”Her grin widens mischievously.“Yes, she’s the author. She has written a whole. I came on her cheeks as she rubbed my cock around on her face while she continued to stroke me. She lay there with her head resting on my thighs, with cum dripping across her face as she lightly stroked my softening cock."You know," she whispered. "You just might be bigger than your Dad."Then she smiled at me and got up and went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up. I slowly rolled over until I was sitting on the bed. I wrapped the towel loosely across my lap.I was sitting there in. While one of her tits was almost visible the other was in plain view as the flimsy material of the wrap around had fallen away, having been tied only loosely.My sweet wife did not even try to make any excuses. She told me she had enjoyed a great night…I asked for her girlfriend Helena and the other guys from her office; but the she replied that she had been with them just an hour and had later gone with other people…Then Ana let her dress fall open now, revealing her ripe body.She asked me to.