”“Rob, I’m married. Yes, I have feelings for you too but I have a husband and children. It’s not like I can just drop all that and be with you... I still love my husband. I will say there’s nothing I would love more than to share your bed tonight but I can’t. I have serious soul searching to do before that could happen.”“I understand, Irene. I won’t push you. I know I want you in my life. I want to feel you asleep beside me. Please think about it.”“We better go home, Rob before I change my. She ended up in a retirement home and went a bit senile. In the last years, when I went to see her she thought I was her daughter, and she would tell me strange stories ... She’d be quiet for a half-hour, then suddenly she tell me a very graphic story about giving an SS officer a blowjob just to get a hot meal ... It was tragic, but she told the story in a funny way. Like she knew it was a terrible story, but she couldn’t resist telling it – and making it as funny as a stand-up routine ... And. MMM I stuff the panties in my pocket. I push your knees apart and kiss your inner thigh. You shiver as you feel my tongue and lips move lightly up and down your thigh. Your skirt is around your waist. My fingers are teasing your pussy lips and grasping them and then pulling out and apart. My thumb and forefinger of each hand have grasped the pussy lips and pulled out and apart. You like the feel and spread your legs as wide as possible in chair. Now I attack your pussy with my mouth. . Clear liquid seeping from the tiny vaginal opening and dripping down, moistening the crack of her ass and the tight pink rosebud between her cheeks. She lets out a moan saying " Please John, stop, I love my husband." Amy sighs as I lower my head to her crotch and tenderly kiss her creamy inner thighs and then plant a kiss on each of her hairless lips. I start lapping at her pussy, gently flicking her clitoris with my tongue, savoring the sweet tangy taste of her juices. Amy begins moaning,.