I held him close to me and started to stroke the back of his head. His thinning grey hair and wrinkled face made me never really notice Clifford as a ...an&hellip,but now I couldnt help but breathe him in and think about him touching me. I pulled away because the thoughts were becoming too much. I couldnt think about Clifford like that after all he is Lindas husband. We ate cake and ended up falling asleep on the couch to a movie Linda woke me up when she got home and told me to go straight to. I can visualize how I’d touch a breast of yours before I’d undress you. I would squeeze it, feel it’s firmness, it’s fullness and it’s sensitivity. My hand would reach up to touch the softness of the cheek of your ever so delicate face. And my lips would move forward to meet yours. Our lips would speak the same language. And our lips would have a lot to say, lots and lots. About gentle and soft experiences and about wild and animalistic experiences. And our tongues would go wild trying to. .ouuch…hhhhh….uummm…hmmm….she was moaning deep with close eyes.Then as I left her breasts and she put her finger on my clit and along with vibrator she started rubbing it.i kissed her navel and her soft belly.after kissing it I put my hands was on her clit and I rubbed my finger on it and later after sometime I inserted my finger in it.it was very wet with her juices that she cummed before so it was very slippery.my finger glided in her pussy.i moved my finger in her wet pussy.meanwhile she. ” She started weeping again. I didn’t know what to say and remained silent. I walked over to hug her and let her cry on my shoulder. She whimpered, “My drink is gone, fix us another. Wait a minute, I’m going to fix my own.”She unsteadily walked in the kitchen and I watched as she poured a very strong drink.Mom had more tears in her eyes as she talked about how Dad didn’t love her anymore and that he was going to find another girl. I did my best to console her.“Mom, it’s time for you to go to.