"What did you do today, Son, anything interesting?" Mom asked. "No, Mrs. Peters gave Jake and me a ride home in the rain. She had baked some cookies s... Jake and I had a couple with milk." "Is Mrs. Peters that tall blond with the tall son?" she asked. "She is one good looking woman. I wonder where her husband is?" "He was killed in the war four years ago." "That's terrible, being so young with a family to raise and no man to help her." "She is fine. Jake helps her all the time and if he can't. The woman was in extasy. When his lips and teeth took possession of her aroused nipples, one at a time, her body tensed and she quivered wildly. But Nick was not yet satiated; he wanted to bring the mature housewife to the ultimate pleasure, just playing with her sensitive breasts.Now his mouth was nibbling at her left jug, teasing the swollen orb with little bites, while the back of his index finger caressed delicately the rigid nipple of the second tit. “Do you like it, little one? Say. Sitting back, he placed his hands on the head of his new conquest, a beautiful brown-haired woman whom he had first met at an appointment the previous day. He ran into her again that evening when he walked into a coffee shop on the high street and stood behind her in the queue.Starting a conversation, he found out her name was Emily, and that she was on her way home after work. He loved the way she blushed and played with her hair in his company. It also appeared to him that she was in no hurry. We knew that we would be lovers. She knew about my family. And I was struggling with some guilt about pursuing things. But we both knew that we would find a way. It was reckless and forbidden and dangerous. And beautiful. She understood me so perfectly. We met one morning at her apartment. I had taken the day off work. I brought her a pair of simple but beautiful gold earrings, and she blushed as she put them on. We were silent together, my eyes lingered in hers, and I reached toward her to.