Soft and still firm at this age of 44. I lay on top of her, feeling her wet body beneath mine. I moved one of my hands into her pussy and started fing...ring her so that I could have her wet before I entered her. Meanwhile I started kissing her breasts. She was like a milf, who was aged, but still had a body which could turn on any man with just a deep neck blouse. I started sucking her brown nipples and milk started coming out.I started kneading her breasts once again, this time aggressively,. He wore a tiny smile, and his eyes were still full of lust and love."Kiss me again," she whispered.He gave her a small, soft kiss, just the kind of kiss she wanted. "Where was I? Where did I go?" she asked."You passed out for a few seconds, I think." Oh." Then she felt his erection against her. It throbbed with demand. She'd taken, but hadn't given, and she felt shamed. While reaching for him, she said, "Roll to your back, please."Using both hands, she started a slow, smooth stroke up and down. But it was unbearable when I heard you say you apply aftershave on your cock. I don’t know how I controlled myself so far. I had a dream yesterday that you were fucking me. I was struggling what your response would be if I approach you. I thought the dream was the answer for me.”My cock was shivering due to her sensitive touch. I fondled her breasts. The other hand was grazing through her vaginal hair, often the fingers going inside. Her breath had become faster. She urged me to go on top of. She’d liked that part too. She just hadn’t wanted to admit it. Her anger, though directed at him, in telling him to get out, had really been at herself, for loving that orgasm.“But I won’t ask you to do that again, if it makes you upset,” Jeff added.“I never thought about doing it again,” she said. “This was just for your birthday.” Her voice was tentative. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”Jeff’s thought processes were complicated. What got him going was the danger involved in another man.