I kiss him back letting him have some fun but also knowing that he isn’t going to be disappointed when I finally let him have his way. He gently beg...ns to pull my shirt up a bit just enough so he can get his hands underneath and I get some satisfaction from the surprise on his face when he feels the other fabric under my shirt. As soon as I see that look I pull his hands away from me and slide mine under his shirt to take it off. He whines a bit but eventually reluctantly complies and pulls it. I’m fine. You just need to learn how to hold a woman, Henry.” With that, Diane scooted down in the bed and lay back on her pillows. Her nightgown slid up her creamy thighs to just below her pussy. She lay half on her back and half on her side. Henry looked at the woman who was such a huge part of his life. He saw her big, beautiful breasts slip out the V of her nightgown. Diane noticed his stare. “Do you want to touch them?” she asked.“Uh huh.” “Just remember; always start gently,. I have a great imagination, picturing everything happening in the story, perfectly in my head. Every detail, drawn like a painting in my head. Some of these images, are images that help bring me to mind blowing orgasms. Even just writing this is bound to get me going. Just thinking that you will read this, and know how naughty I can be. I am wearing panties, and that's all. I slip my hand under them as I read, or in some cases, when I write. I can't help but feel horny when I log onto this. She seemed to have fainted. I sprinkled some water on her face and she jerked awake. I sat near her and hugged her closely. “Do not worry Ma. Everything will be alright”“He will survive na Adi?” she asked in a small girlish voice.“Of course Ma!. In 15 days he will be back home” I assured, though his chain smoking habit, stress, and regular drinking of late created doubts in me.We dressed quickly and packed an overnight bag not knowing where and how we will be staying. We locked the house and.