Her hand slowly caressed her stockings and moved between her legs just briefly touching the area above her clit. I was so focused on her movements I a...most missed that same triangle of small freckles on the wrist of her hand. As she finally slipped a finger inside, her left hand released her dress and began to knead her breast through the material. I was mesmerized as she began to thrust two fingers inside, followed by a wipe of her entire slit and then a fast rub of her clit. Her legs began to. This was something that Mike had looked forward to, although Ann probably missed having her son living with them.Although Ann was now 52 years old, she certainly didn't look it, even though her hair was almost pure white-grey. She liked to joke that her hair color was his fault, from all the stress he had caused her. She liked to keep her hair very short though, as she found that much easier to look after. Ann needed to wear glasses in front of her beautiful brown eyes, but this only added to. I thought this was my chance to do to her what I have wanted for years. I could tease and play with her making her pay for holding out, but that was not what she wanted. She willingly gave herself to me to teach, love, and become my lover forever. I couldn't spoil that for her and me.I thought for a few minutes, and then asked, "Does this mean you are not leaving me? Will you and your son move in with me and live with me as my life partner?" I wanted her to say yes and held on for those. No, not just bigger - gigantic. Thedimensions had altered; space itself had expanded,thrusting out in all directions. I shook my head in muteastonishment - the room had been enormous to begin with:now it was colossal, monstrous, the size of a city block.Picture windows loomed as tall as skyscrapers, potplantswaved their ferny heads below an impossibly remote ceiling.The carpet beneath my feet ran off as wide and open as afootball field.(carpet?? we don't have carpet in in the Back Room!!)(yes.