And all because of you.Tanya: Hey! Sorry for keeping you up with my ranting!Me: It’s okay dear. It’s been a while since I took a break. Also, it i... the weekend tomorrow. So, I thought I would take a long weekend.Tanya: But still…you missed the office for me. I feel guilty.Me: Hey babe! Stop whining! Even I won’t mind losing the job for you. ;-)Tanya: Wow! Thanks for saying that. It’s been a long time since I heard someone say something so nice like that to me.Me: It’s my pleasure. So…you are. ”“I’m sure you do,” Marguerite replied. “Now, if you will excuse me, I must be back to my husband’s side. I thank you for the dance.” With that, Marguerite made her way back to Jean and kissed him on his cheek as she sat down next to him.“Back so soon?” he asked. “Did you not enjoy the dance?”“I did, but I am growing tired, my love,” she explained. “Thank you for indulging me and my silly desires. I have danced enough for one day.”Jean stood, swaying on his feet. He was clearly very drunk.. I never grew tired of seeing her beatiful face, tussled blonde hair and agelic face, resting comfortably.The routine was plain and simple for me. I made her cup of coffee downstairs, just the way she liked it, with a splash of cream, carried it upstairs to her bedroom, stood next to her bed, holding the coffee cup, and slightly said, "Good morning, ma'am. Your coffee is ready."At this point she rustles slightly, sits up, takes the coffee from me, and I place two oversized pillows behind her. So now in the imprisoned position, I start rubbing her mound in circles, once slowly with gradual increased pressure bit faster, now I had no concern of anything I started rubbing it harder with her whole body shaking. Suddenly she said I am cumming slow down. I felt her going stiff with legs extending, my hand was wet and mildly sticky. I took the other hand and started cupping her breast. Now I could feel the lady moving her breasts in upper word and downward movement. She said, I want to do.