She fits the perfect description of the MILF, good body, very shapely and slim, perfect arse, firly big tits, blond, nice face...We chatted for a bit ...nd flirted and it started to rain a little, so I invited her inside for a cup of tea. We have known each other for years and chatted away about this and that, what our offspring were getting up to and stuff. We talked about when we were both going through our divorces, years ago, and the subject arose of why we had never got together. It. Nothing. Quickly I flipped it again, and again, and ... still nothing. I looked up to see the bartender lighting her cigarette with a book of bar matches.Giving me a smile to die for, she said, "You're smooth, I'll give you that. Anyone else would have just lit my cigarette, but you actually have my attention. Now if I could just find something to drink I might be happy the rest of the evening."Some have accused me of being slow, but never stupid. I waved to the bartender and when he got there. " Would you sometimes, Brian? I feel so sentimental about you now. You got me pregnant. I want to know you still love me."I scooped up my cónyuge, lay her in the center of the bed, and started removing her clothes. I tossed my own in a pile and grabbed the bottle of oil I'd brought with me. Theresa was into natural everything, as evidenced by her breast feeding of Eleanor and the arnica she'd given me years ago. She told me that chamomile in sweet almond oil was perfect for massaging a pregnant. “You were saying?”“I was saying, I make you human. Are those your clean uniforms or do you have them packed away?”“These are our clean ones,” I answered.He did a ‘Tsk, tsk, tsk!’ sort of sound. “Well, that just won’t do. Perhaps you might want a complete set of ACUs to take back with you, plus a few spares? Some new boots? Maybe some other personal gear?” Everybody’s face lit up at that. “So, let’s get you to your rooms. I want you guys to shower and shave and report back here. I will take you.