She was blonde and had blue eyes just like her son's. At 5'8'', she had a well-proportioned body. She was looking at him and her eyes seemed to be act...ally smiling at him. Going by her son's age, he guessed her to be in her early forties, but she didn't look a year over thirty-five. All in all, a very good package. He noticed that her husband didn't seem to be around."Hi, I'm Paula Lehmann," she said as he came close to her."Danny," he replied with an acknowledgement. At close quarters she. “Like, I don’t know what got in the way before, I guess?”“Well, I mean,” I tried to find the right answer…”You were kind of married? Or at least I thought you were?”Lisa just looked at me, almost puzzled, but also with a look of curiosity. I was unsure of what she was thinking. It could be terrible, or it could be great, I had no idea. But of course, I was hoping it was something beyond my wildest imaginations because we wouldn’t be seeing much of each other soon.“I just need a minute, and. Patel “A” and Mr. Patel “B” and fall back onto an as-yet to be created Mr. Patel “C”. This time I was determined Mr. Patel “C” would be immune to the sins of the flesh and the decadence of the Western society.I started to laugh at my own silly pretense. Even I, in my own confused state of mind, knew this to be a complete impossibility.Several weeks had passed since the successful attack on the collectors of data on all things “Jihad” related and I was relieved to be informed that there were no. His slippery fingers slide into me, exploring deeply, finding my g-spot and causing me to squirm and moan loudly. His other hand is rubbing and pulling at my clit. I can’t even begin to explain how intense the pleasure is without the benefit of being able to see him and anticipate what he’ll do next. His hands are working me into a frenzy. I know I won’t be able to take much more because I can already feel the orgasm building. Just when I feel like I’m about to explode, he mysteriously pulls.