The first time I met her, I felt a disturbingly sexual tension between us. I had never felt that before, especially not with women twenty five years y...unger than me. I was happily married at the time, and my now ex-wife and I had a great sex life. And whatever I was not getting at home, I made sure I got when travelling. I was disturbed by the feelings I had whenever we met. It did not feel right somehow. She was far too young and a friend of my daughter. Having three daughters meant there was. . You appeal to me Gee... I would love to get into your panties but... I don't want any woman who isn't clear about what she wants. There are too many married women who are happy with their husbands but just want more sex." Really? Lots of US huh?" Yeah... and when you make up your mind sweetheart, I would love to fuck you."Then the phone rang. It was Pete again, as Wayne listened I assured him I wasn't angry... but that I had a lot of thinking to do... before anything else happened... After I. We’d had a lot more fun before Mitchell but now we were getting complacent. It didn’t help that we were getting up with Mitchell throughout the night too. The sex was boring because we’d become “careful” not to cause her breasts to leak. It’s hard to have wild and crazy sex when you’re afraid to brush against a tit and cause a milky flood!Then it all changed. One Friday evening, Mitchell fell asleep at the dinner table. He was tired from a full day of rolling over and trying to sit up. He was. In complete honesty whatever the mess, it was more her fault than her child’s. Despair had hung so thickly about her that morning as she lounged in bed watching her little angel sleep. She had known that they were late. She should have woken the child and gotten her ready for school. She knew that she had pressing work for a client and the half day at kindergarten would be an invaluable opportunity to focus. But she had simply lacked the will and energy to do so. That was happening quite a bit.