”“I went shopping after you went home,” I told her. “Everything’s fine.” I poured some batter into my favorite kitchen appliance, my waffl...-maker, and started on coffee, pausing to kiss her cheek every time I happened to be passing the table.We talked while I made her breakfast. “I dreamed about Jeff last night,” she told me. “I haven’t done that in a long time.”“Was it a good dream?” I asked, watching her face.“Yeah,” she smiled. “We were just talking. I was standing and he was in his. Then I picked up some shoes: high-top sneakers, combat boots, and dress shoes. All this came to nearly $200; prices were getting out of hand!My empty universe was going to be my cache. I put in a walk-in closet attached to the bedroom I had previously constructed. I put a full length mirror on the door and hung every thing appropriate on hangers I fabricated. The rest went into a chest of drawers I made. My sanctuary was turning into a "home away from home."I wanted to duplicate my bedroom at. Her touch can be electric and I smiled when the guy seemed to jump when her toes crept slowly up his leg. He even took his hand up from her thigh, and took a drink, confidant that he was in with the sexy MILF sitting alone in a dark sport bar. His hand disappeared up to his wrist under her skirt. I knew his fingertips were now peeling at her hot mound; it would be hard for anyone to resist the temptation to just slide their fingers into her wet hole. She spread her legs, placing one foot up. I could tell he was loving it, savoring every stroke just as much as I was. Up ... down. His eyes were closed, that soft smile on his kissable lips ...And then he opened his eyes."You like it like that?" I asked."Yeah." You want me to keep going?" Yeah."I was enjoying the power I felt over him. His pleasure was under my control, and I loved it."Not too slow for you?" Just right." I can do this all night."A twinkle in his eye. "Can, you, now?"And then, to this day, I don't know exactly what.