That's wen her text came thru asking me y I kissed her and she a married women and a devoted wife yada yada the whole nine yards. I typed back no repl... so she got pissed and made sure she told me a another mouthfull.So all I replied to her telling her I think she's absolutely beautiful and her hubby a very lucky fellow wish I was in his shoes right now and just grab her while she swearing me and make love to her like we never did b4.There was no reply for 2days thenout of the blue she asked me. ”We moved over to his computer, I pulled up a chair as my son sat down in his. He quickly pulled up the site, showing me all the MILF’s on it. Then we got to the one him and his friends liked the most. It was a woman, probably my age, big tits like mine and she vaguely looked like me. I guess I could see why my son and his friends like to think it was me. He asked me what I thought and I said there was some resemblance to me. Then he showed me that they had downloaded her movie, I don’t know. There were some things she’d been allowed to do–make people freeze, drop their guns, go to sleep–but that kind of direct control was ten times harder than the ‘wrong’ way of doing things. Making someone scared to move, feel that their gun was hot, that they were sleepy…or even that they just wanted to surrender and be a good person from that point on. But no, that somehow made her the same as the villains. And she didn’t even want to think about how insensitive they were to blame her for. Each ounce of those pounds was placed exactly where it should be, too. Her breasts, which she always believed were too small, sagged a bit, but were still nicely shaped. Her bottom, too, was taut and, if anything, was better than Fran’s. Her long legs were slim and firm. She was blessed with naturally curly hair that she wore just under shoulder-length and she let it dangle in a wild mass that framed her smooth, unlined, and very pretty face. She looked far younger than thirty-eight. ‘You.