Julie's Mom was 43 years old. Her name was Debbie, and age had not been kind to her. She was overweight but not obese she had thin blonde hair that no...matter what she did only looked good in a ponytail. She had small breasts and most of the fat on her body went straight to her ass and thighs and not in a flattering way. Julie had seen pictures of her mother when she was younger, back then she was thin and pretty she was even prom queen of her school. But after getting pregnant she had a real. She cuddled my head forcing me to take more of her tits into my mouth. I had to have more. I trailed my kisses down her stomach and lowered her panties as I went. Her bush was wet and shiny. I rubbed her mound and licked her lips. “Oh God, Oh Yes” she panted. My fingers spread her lips and I slid one than two fingers inside her. In and out, back and forth. I flicked her clit with my tongue and she moaned louder. My fingers reached up inside her and found her G spot. “LICK ME, MAKE ME CUM”. My. I had been there a couple of times with my wife. It wasn't conducive to a business meeting, and that made me even more certain that she wasn't interested in business. Her business was personal. I knew that and still I had agreed to meet her there.I drove to my office, wondering what in the world I was doing. There was no reason for me to be doing this. I wasn't going to make a sale. I had a wife. I had a good marriage. Every thought I had told me that this was a mistake. I told myself over and. But we had our five mornings and four evenings together every week, plus lunchtime hook-ups, phone calls (twice a day, during our morning and afternoon work breaks), and long, love-filled, passionate emails to each other every night. Being half Native American, I taught him about our traditional tales of Mother Earth and Father Sky, how their union had parented The People, my grandma’s people, and thus also my people. I told Eric that when he lay flat and his cock pointed straight up and I.