I met Eileen on a YAHOO dating site. She was a divorced MILF who was looking for some "non-Committal" intimate relationship. We passed a few e-mails b...ck and forth for about two weeks then decided to meet for lunch to talk face tot face. Eileen was a MILF of 42 , she stood about 68 inches tall, dirty blond hair (with a matching carpet) 36D breasts, We talked over lunch and decided that we would get together on the upcoming Friday night at her place to take this relationship to the next. "I know, she uses that tongue to dig deep and she gets right onto your clit. Once she attacks it, you just melt, despite how you feel about it mentally. You just feel the pleasure and the love that comes with it. After that, all you can do is love her right back," Celeste whispered. My entire body tingled, sweated up a storm, but it was all worth it as heart blossomed. I leaned my head back a bit, and positioned one hand on the back of Celeste's head. "Maybe I do love you two, but you still. I did it to him to punish him for how he treated you." You did that to him? He's having a real hard time with it." I'll fix him back to how he was." No, don't do it. He's relied on his pecker way more than he should have. Keep him like he is for awhile longer. He needs to learn a lesson too. Are you mad that I've been letting other boys screw me?"I knew my answer would be important to her. As open as she was about her sexual experience, I knew it was a protective defense mechanism with her. She. It wasn’t as difficult remembering the physical feelings, as I was again feeling those, the warmth and the wetness surrounding my body. The discomfort as this once warm and comforting wetness started to become cold and damp. I remember my older s****r mercilessly teasing me and calling me a baby after each accident. Telling me I should wear baby diapers like my little b*****r, ’cause only babies’ wet the bed and their pants like I did. Then quickly running upstairs to tell my mom what she had.