Those times were full of anticipation. Sweet anticipation. I loved feeling her eroticism. She would kind of vibrate or shiver...and bit by bit was bei...g transformed into a woman that loved the thrill of sexual imagination. How many wives, married twenty years or not, ever experience such intense fantasy exploration with their husbands? It was an adventure we shared that could not be duplicated with any other activity. Any other activity! We stopped going to movies and a variety of other forms. "I'm not tired!" I shouted like a girl having a tantrum. It was a lie.The moment my body had touched the bed I had grown sleepy."Sure, you're not." mommy laughed. "Now which dolly would you like. Howabout... Sarah?" She handed me the Sarah doll. I took it and threw iton the ground."I don't want Sarah!"Mommy smiled. "That's okay sweetie." With that she turned off thelights and left the room. Only a few moments after she shut the door Iwas fast asleep.I woke about two hours later when mommy. She rejoiced in the sensation of finally lying alongside him. Her mind began to wander as to what her daughter would normally do, would she awaken him by teasing a nipple or would she make a straight grab for his cock, that magnificent cock that she now yearned for; suddenly the magnitude of what she was about to do crept to the forefront of her mind.As quietly as she could, she just lay there allowing her body to relax into him, his left arm wedged firmly by her slightly twisted body. The. She moaned shortly and sharply as she regained herself and started stroking my hard cock even faster. The slow rhythmic movement of her hips betrayed she was on the verge of orgasm. Running my finger along her clit as fast as I could, I could feel a massive orgasm building. She came, moaning and shivering, at exactly the same time I shot my load. "Hmmmmm..." she sighed, "let's get out of here."Only a few minutes later I was lying on my back in our small tent, looking up at the sight of Annette.