Is this her real address. No guts no Glory! I walk up to this very up scale home in a high end neighborhood. The door is unlocked in this large f***...y home. I know to go up stairs in this strange house walking very softly. There is one door in the hallway that is slightly open candle light flickering threw the crack in the door into the hall. I slowly push the door open. It is such a girls room all sugar and spice and everything nice. Huge bed, white comforter, pillows everywhere, three. By then she had come to be very proud of her tits and the act of a man fucking them was in her mind, his way of paying homage to them.Now when I say man I mostly refer to me of course as her loving husband but I know for a fact that over the years many men have pumped their spunk between those perfect orbs. If you've read my other stories about my first wife you will know that although she was true to me in spirit she wasn't always faithful in body. Many were the times when I spied on her. His hand went into her panties again and took them halfway down, and this time he took her to a wonderful climax with his fingers. And after he left... Her fingers did the same, but it was somehow not the same at all. The following date began with his suggestion that they go to his apartment after the movie, and he would drive her home afterwards. Should she do it this time, knowing how it might end? Or, rather, not knowing? This was the same problem that Lucy just got finished. I knew that Mom was aware of my attention though she never seemed to acknowledge it.The next day, we portaged to the fourth lake, losing one group to waiting vehicles. We were alone starting on the next lake since the rest had moved faster than us on the trail. I was in no hurry to catch up. When we got in the canoe, Mom placed the larger pack further forward in favor of a smaller pack to lean back on, bringing her closer to me. She had put on a short, pleated hiking skirt and a quick-dry.