He began to attend to her. In a serious fashion. Slowly, deliberately, listening to her and responding or teasing as appropriate.Now he stood, and rug...ed down his swimming trunks. She couldn’t help a slight feeling of disappointment at his size. Everything about him was the ultimate in sexuality and she had been imagining something of seven or eight inches to match. Still, it made it slightly easier to blow him, and she worked with some of the same attentiveness he had shown her.She had just. Do you want to?" Well, who would say no to that? She was an attractive woman, about 30, and I couldn't believe my luck. Anyway, we had a bit more wine, but didn't talk about it any more. Then it was time for bed. She said "Come into my room in five minutes. Look, but don't touch" Five minutes on, I came in. The lights were off, but there was enough light to see everything. She was lying on her back, legs open. She saw me come in, and slid her knickers off, so I could see her pussy. . I could feel the unevenness of the mattress on my back and legs. All feelings that I'd never noticed before. I could also see very much more clearly with enhanced definition and my sense of smell had intensified so that I didn't need to go to the flowers to smell the wonderful aroma they gave off. I began to take notice of my body, something I hadn't taken much notice of before. The slight muscle development in my legs, probably from the running, swimming and bike riding I did every day. I. Wendy was a petite blonde MILF in her late thirties, and one of the hottest women you could ever meet, the kind of woman who looked stunning but butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, a typical hot mom, and she lived next door with her husband John and her two k**s."Need some help?" I asked walking over"Would you mind Steve? I can't get it to start!" she replied with a smile.So I took a quick look under the bonnet and after fiddling with a few leads I found the problem, and ten minutes later with.