I can do that little (enormouslydifficult) something for me, can't I?First I make tea. Then I shower, as if I'm cleansing myself for somekind of spiri...ual ritual. Sip some tea, approach the bed slowly,watching the lined up garments. I go to the door, check it's stilllocked, lower the lights - mood lighting to camouflage what I'm about todo, even from my own eyes.First the panties, trying to do this in the right order, as though therewas mandated method for women to dress - a drill like we had. ‘Now go before you get in trouble!’ Steve watched TV for awhile after checking in. He was still embarrassed about his dick thinking for him earlier in the day. He wondered if the entire Anderson family knew about his ‘boner’. Should he stop in and visit Gwen, or was she upset with him? His desire to see Gwen finally overcame his embarrassment, so he went next door and knocked on the Andersons’ door. ‘Mom? Is that you?’ called Gwen through the door. ‘It’s Steve,’ he responded. ‘Isn’t your mom. I settled back and masturbated while they went at it. They moaned a lot.My husband did not put on a condom before he started penetrating her. I thought this bit would bother me the most but it didn’t, when I saw him humping her and hearing her moan, it just turned me on. I liked it raw. The thought of the skin of his cock touching the inside of her pussy, just made me more wet.They fuck for a while. Her moaning is what turns me on the most. My husband ends up cumming inside her. He pulls. It sent my mind back many years when my mother would move between the bathroom and her bedroom wearing a slip and stockings.I would peek around the corner to see what color slip she had chosen for the day, would it be pink, baby blue, or perhaps that silky black one that I loved so much? My hand moved down and I could feel the garter belt under the slip, it was wide lace trimmed, the tummy slimmer style that reminded me of my mother’s girdles from back then.And then I felt it, my hard cock.