.." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "Yes, I suppose I am." "As you mentioned earlier, that's a little hypocritical of you, isn't it." "Y...s, Michael, it is, but there's a difference for men and women." "Go on." "There aren't many men who would view me as marriage material." "Why?" "I'm too old for most younger men." "What about all that MILF stuff?" "Michael, MILF means mothers I'd like to fuck, not mothers I'd like to marry." "Okay, what about older men?" "Older men, especially. You learned you can do anything to me you want to.”“No, I mean at the restaurant.”“Oh?” I felt suddenly alert. His tone was casual, but the context we were in made his comment odd.“While we were eating, I sort of looked at everybody at once. I mean instead of examining individuals, I looked at all of them.”“I didn’t know you could do that,” I said.“I didn’t either. It just happened. One second I was looking at my burrito, and when I looked up, it just happened. It took a couple of minutes, but. On the way back to the office, Rick said, 'It's such a beautiful day ... we don't need to go straight back to the office, do we?'I responded, 'I guess not. What do you have in mind?'He said, 'Let's drop by my place, it's just around the corner.After arriving at his house, Rick turned to me and said, 'If you don't mind, I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I'll be right back.''OK.' I nervously replied.He went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, he came out carrying. I pictured her downstairs in the thin cotton dress and wondered if I should risk a quick one off the wrist before I went back down. My cock was still hard but I thought better of it and headed back down to join her.I went into the lounge and sat on the sofa. Mum came in from the kitchen carrying a beer.“I thought you’d like this after your journey” she said, putting the Fanta on the coffee table in front of me. She sat on the sofa next to me and said “Now, tell me what’s been happening in your.