I tried to move away, but she caught my hand and said, ‘are you shy of ladies? Come on, don’t be shy’. I guessed what she had in mind and decide... to ask her straight, ‘what have you in mind? Well, i can guess. But will it be proper? You are a happily married woman’. She replied, ‘i am surely married, but not happily married. I am not happy with our marriage. I never liked my husband – i was forced to marry him. He is no good. I need someone like you to keep me engaged. If i am required to pull. Glory of glories, her tongue met mine. Inhibitions began to fall. My arms went around her and pulled her to me. I felt her arms around me — and her breasts against my chest! Gradually our mouths opened wider and our tongue met in a full-fledged duel somewhere between us.Time lost all value. The only reality I knew was the taste and touch and smell of this wonderful creature letting me kiss her. Something happened to me and my cock grew hard and long, pressing upward and out from my pants. I. His luggage was resting in the hallway. He must have taken the cross-Atlantic red eye.“Hey Teddy,” he said, barely glancing up from his papers. “Been keeping out of mischief?”An image of Mom lying beneath me with her legs draped over my shoulders flashed before my eyes. “Don’t stop, Teddy! Don’t stop!”“Always, Dad. How was the tennis?”Dad started reeling off some mind-numbing stats about Pete Sampras’ serve when Mom entered from the back yard with an armload of washing. She’d kicked me. There were fresh cum stains. Cum was spilled on the pantyhose ass seam directly above the rip, continued down the right leg and mostly where her right foot arch would have been. It was obvious that Gerald was fucking her doggy style in the back seat and intended to pull out and come on her luscious curvy size 5 arch wrapped in those sheer dark suntan pantyhose. I took them to my bedroom and spent most of the night adding cum to her pantyhose and sniffing the fresh scents of sex. The following.