I couldn't work out why he'd "played away" with someone like her, I'd heard the stories about middle aged men going with young sexy women to get their...youth back but HER !My mom wore glasses, and was a bit plump but even then she was a lot sexier then his mistress.My mom kept poisoning me against him, saying how much he'd ruined her life, and I started to hate him.He had a weekend a month where I stayed with him but though I always tried to get out of it, my mom insisted that I go.Relations. Her yoga pants were cut just above the knee and sat tightly on her hips and due to the tightness not only was her cameltoe easily visible the tightness enhanced her thigh gap and I thought any minute I was going to open the door with a boner, luckily I was able to control my arousal as I opened the door to be greeted by Natasha’s warm smile, “Hello Mr Frank, it’s so nice to meet you” she said in almost perfect English, “Hello Natasha, please come in” I replied taking her small holdall bag “I. He would not hide from infidels like these cowardly Afghan farmers. Instead, he welcomed the appearance of the aircraft. He longed to meet his enemies face to face in battle as his ancestors had. That was the reason he had come to this desolate place. He watched with interest as the lone helicopter spiraled down to a hard landing in the small valley directly below him. But instead of a squad of soldiers disembarking to do battle, he saw the craft shut down its engines, and three figures exit. I was amazed at how long I had lasted. Trying not to disappoint her, I thought of non-sexual things. It didn’t help too much and it was hard not to concentrate on her sweet sensual body. Finally, after thinking I had lost it, we both reached orgasm. We were both panting and sweating as she collapsed on top of me. Kissing and confessing how wonderful it was with an “older man.” I just grinned and massaged her back as she lay there, she felt so good to me. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had.