She put her head on my lap and right hand on my thigh. I felt her head was touching my dick. It began to grow. I put my hand on her soldier. I slowly ...lide my hand to the side of her boob. She moved her hand a little further so that I can press her boobs. Slowly I put my hand over her boob. She released a deep mound. I began to press her boobs harder. She changed her position rested on her back facing up. Now I could properly press her boobs. I opened all four buttons of her top. Her Milky. I can hear her start to moan. Quietly, like she wants to hide her pleasure from me. I quicken the pace of my thrusts.Her body starts to tremble and she lets out a long moan through clenched teeth. Grabbing the sheet as she fails to hold back her orgasm.I lean up and grab her hips. Positioning her so that I can fuck fast and deep.I pound my wife’s twat as she whines loudly.Finally with a gasp I fill her full of jizz.I continue to thrust for a bit. Draining every last drop into her. Then I roll. “Glad to meet you, Mrs. Stephensen.” He said as they shook.“He doesn’t fucking recognize me.” She said to herself.Jenn had been a late bloomer. In high school and the early years of college, Jenn had been a string bean. Maybe 5’-6” tall and not too much over 100 pounds. She had short red hair, wire rimmed glasses and about as flat as a flounder.Now that she was married, borne a child and was forty years old, things had changed. She still had the waist and hips of a fourteen year old boy. Her. .. economy ofmovement."Enrique, do you ever find yourself longing for the days of MiguelGallardo?" What do you mean, X-ray?" Back when there was just one man in charge, Gallardo. He had theworld's drug market in his hand. He was the undisputed king." Things were not so good for us back then." No, they weren't, but at least we had order. None of these crazyidiots shooting each other over territories. You were assigned anexclusive territory, you ran it well, made lots of money, and didn'thave to.