" Maybe I fucking do!" She swung the device towards me.Her hand shook as she looked down at me, the device all but touching myface.Her eyes were cloud...ng over with moisture. They were beautiful. I'dforgotten how much I loved her eyes.In that long moment I watched a war rage behind those eyes. Anger, fear,compassion, regret."Damnit, Evan." she said, slowly the lowered the device. It was tremblingjust as much as her voice. "You're right."I breathed a sigh of relief."But, fuck, I've made such a. She pulled my pants all the way off and told me to take more shirt off. When I was naked she sat on the edge of the bed. With her left hand she massaged my thigh. She rubbed her right hand over my stomach and then slowly wrapped it around my cock. I was breathing was heavy the moment she touched me. Her hand felt soft and smooth. She slowly started to stroke me. As she started to speed up, I watched her massive breasts shaking in their thin sweater, swaying just a little with each stroke. My. She saw me and immediately she lowered her eyes right into my bulge. Of course it was getting harder and harder. She was working fixing a shelf but every 5 seconds she turned around to look at me. I went closer just to be sure she was looking at me and not something else. She was very nervous and my bulge got bigger. She kept looking at my bulge and biting her lips. I started to touch myself a little bit and very discreet of course. She was very horny as soon as I started to touch my bulge, she. We stepped out pushing our luggage cart like any middle-aged married couple, though a little disheveled in our appearance. Once we were in our room, we got ourselves situated. I needed to check emails and my work dashboard. I just had this little red-headed problem. She would walk up to the desk I was sitting at, run her hands through my hair, bend down to nibble on my ear and otherwise trying to distract me. It worked. Kelly was still worked up from our parking activity. She wanted relief from.