I knew what had happened. I was dead. The murk was just the mess I’d made of my life. Maybe I would have eternity to clear it up. For some reason I ...emembered just when I’d lost Hope.My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life expectancy than the sixty-six that was estimated in 1982, but apparently I had seriously over-estimated.At thirty-three, I’d. .Well...We hit it off; I was worried that you'd think the same as she had. So I ended up saying nothing about what I really liked...Inside the bedroom, I mean." I finished awkwardly, letting my gaze go down. Looking up I said, "I love you and what we did last night was really exciting and you should know that I would always be willing to sexually submit to you." I hesitated before blurting the next part out, "But I absolutely will not live on my knees so if this is a problem for you..." I let. I gently unzipped her dress and peeled it over her shoulders exposing those lovely orbs, encased in a powder blue bra.I began to nuzzle them as she pulledme into them breathing deeply. Deftly I undid her bra and removed it allowing me to feel and bite her erect nipples. She dragged my sweat shirt off and began to rake my back.I warned her about leaving marks but she was getting carried away. I stood her up and her dress fell to the floor leaving her nakedapart from her matching briefs. I sat on. She was like Debbie Harry in her prime. She was 36 and was old enough to be my mother, she was confident, slim and busty and in her sexual prime and oozed it from every orifice. She epitomised the term MILF. I got to know her through a friend who worked with her, and before I knew it we were flirting over the counter of where they worked. She was northern and I was from the south of England, wet behind the ears in contrast to her super confident and experienced sexy-self. A few time me and Ali.