Twenty years as a faithful and loving wife and mother down the drain for a man she didn't even like, but couldn't say no to. She hadn't wanted to say ...o to him then. Stan Wilson was a cigar stinking, fifty pound overweight slug, but she would have fucked him in a heartbeat just so she could feel Jake in her again.The slight satisfaction she had gotten from telling Jake no was offset by the fact that she really, really wanted to go to him. She had only enjoyed saying no because of the callous. ”“Maybe you should ask first,” Reina teased.Chad gave her a playful slap on the ass. He wanted very much to stay the night and now he wasn’t sure if it was too much, too soon.Reina saw the cloud of doubt in his eyes and quickly added, “I’d really like you to stay.”So, he stayed; and they laughed, made love, talked, and ate heated up left over pizza from her fridge. Then they cuddled up in Reina’s bed and let the exhaustion from a million different emotions carry them off to sleep.The next. The shadowed area between her high-set jugs was inviting. He felt his cock tremble. "Nice house," he said, looking away from her bulging bosom."You look so cold," the woman said, standing, stepping before the boy and pulling his astonished face to her chest, right between her globular melons. He reached up and grabbed them with his icy hands and nuzzled and kissed both left and right, pulling her down to her knees between his legs. He could feel the bags of thick fluid within her lovely. It turned out we were both going to be in Town the following weekend. He was pushing to meet up but I thought that would be dangerous. So I agreed to check on here to see where he was with his friends, and then if we happened to be heading to the same pub we might say hi.Needless to say as the night wore on we both seemed to be getting drunker and drunker. Messages were exchanged on here and the flirting continued. Then sure enough he told me a bar he was headed to next and it turned out we.