Now stand up.” Suzanne stood, her kilt still hooked up and her briefs wedged in the crack of her ass. “So, let us she what Suzanne has to offer sh...ll we?” He grinned wickedly. “Take off the blouse.”She undid the six buttons quickly and shucked off the cotton blouse, allowing it to fall to the floor.“And now the kilt, take it off.” He looked at her covered breasts anticipating what her tits would look like with out the bra while she unbuckled the thin leather belt and popped the button. The kilt. "I want to fuck you, mommy." He opened his eyes, as if he had seen the light of everlasting salvation and added, "with my bare cock"."That's mommy's good little boy." She went down on him sucking him bigger and harder with a series of slurps and then mounted him, slowly sliding down on his cock, moaning with pleasure as she did.I could describe it, but I think you can picture it all quite readily, fifty-something woman fucks stud like a doggy bitch in heat, she, commanding every move he would. ..she thought for a minute..you see, if you sucked her tits, you could pretty much have what ever you wanted. She said she was concerned (but, not too concerned!) about what I might think if she allowed him to have it all on the "first date!" I am breathing hard as my imagination was running wild. To break the spell, she offered to give him a tour of the house...it just turned out that the bed in our bedroom (which was conveniently on the opposite end of the house from the c***dren's rooms. These wives would moan as they were penetrated deep, bodies convulsing, as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through them. The faces of these wives, these satisfied wives, all had a common look: they were awestruck by their husbands.Emma didn’t know it yet, but she was not going to be one of these wives. She was going to be one of the other wives, the unsatisfied wives. These wives loved their husbands, but they were let down by them.Either the husband had forgotten his wife's original beauty,.