Like a long-time ballerina turned stripper. My gaze continued down, and locked hungrily on every inch of her.She sauntered back over, and this time pu...led my boxers off, allowing my proud member to spring free of it's cotton restraint. She looked at it for just a moment, then took it into her hands. Stroking and playing with me. My eyes rolled back in my head at her touch. Had I really once thought silk was soft? Silk was like sandpaper covered with glass shards compared to her touch. She. “You mean I went to the locker room showered and got myself cleaned up for no reason” I asked myself. We got a sit in the back end of the restaurant, she sat facing the door, but with the tall booths it was hard for anyone to know who we were back there. Listen James” she says placing her soft hands over mine “I’m a married woman and I love my husband dearly… “She says staring in my eyes, “I…” I gently removed her glasses and she allowed me to do so. “May I get you something to drink while. She was just beginning to discover she was growing accustomed to both.She decided to make breakfast and surprise them. She chose a simple and easy to fix meal and soon knocked on their door with a steaming tray of tasty eggs, toast, juice and hash browns."Good morning young lovers! Your slavedaughter needs to get to school sometime and if you two aren't fed and ready, she'll have to spend the day too unfulfilled to do anything but smoke joints in the school parking lot with reprehensible boys.". I couldn't even tell if it was something that she would have fantasized about or even expected it, but I certainly found that I was taking satisfaction from it.One afternoon after she got home from school I simply went into her room, bent her over her bed, raised her skirt and yanked her panties down. Somehow it was no surprise to me that her pussy was already wet. I fingered her in a way I knew she'd respond to and then once she came I just walked out. Never a word spoken. I was getting used.