"Please Stan, I want this inside me," and Evelyn grabbed his erect penis in her right hand as she lay down on her sleeping bag and tried to pull him o... top of her.Stan looked at her and shook his head even as she continued to pull on his erection. "I want to make love to you I don't want the sex between us to be like it is between you and the Wilson's and all those other men," then he remembered the Wilson boy, "and of course that boy Georgie."Evelyn let go of his cock and pressed her hand. ” He ran by me and up to the second floor. I could smell him as he jolted by and the smell made me hard. I pushed the thought from my mind and closed the door. I yelled up to them that I would be in the garage if they needed me.“OK” came the combined reply.I guess I might as well give you the back story. My name is Mike obviously. I’m a 35 year old divorcee. I live alone with my son as I have custody. We live in a very upscale part of town. I had the great fortune of winning a lottery prize of. . She heard him inhale, slowly, through his mouth. A big breath. Another pause...and then she felt it: his breath—hot, focused—and just strong enough to press her panties against her skin there. Oh god, this was making the quivering even worse...this was torture...She felt his hand close over hers, the one holding up her skirt. She watched in her mind’s eye as her fingers were gently unfolded so that the skirt was released. She saw her hand being drawn slowly downward between her. ‘This just doesn’t seem like your element.’ She locked her gaze on his, tilted her head as if in deep thought. ‘I have a confession: I looked up some of your work. You’re very, very good. Better than tiny in-set photos and useless pictures of hotel lobbies that no one’s going to give a second glance to.’ She paused, giving him an inviting smile. ‘You’re better than this, Aidan.’ She said his name like an intimate caress. His jaw clenched. They’d met once before and here she was judging his.