Quickly your palm moves to start fondling roughly against the front of my panties. I moan and cry out as the lace is pulled and rubs my sensitive clit...sending shivers through my body. At this point I realize again, it is my hand, not yours, but I have pushed myself too far. I hurry across the room pulling my skirt up higher on my hips and then falling across the bed on my back with my knees pulled up in a wide ‘V’. I pull my panties to the side sliding two fingers along my silky pussy lips. My. I felt guilty for that and incredibly embarrassed. When you didn't say a word, it reinforced what a cad I was. But then, when you smiled at me the next morning, I knew it was okay with you."After that, the next time was wonderful. I felt no guilt, only love for you. I liked that you enjoyed yourself, too. But I have to admit I was still a little confused since you didn't say anything to me. Still, I was sure you were fine with what was happening by the way you treated me afterwards. Was I. I guess all I can do is lay it out there for you and let you think whatever you like. A little background might be helpful. I am 55 years old and have two grown sons, both living out of state with families of their own. Following my divorce from my first wife, I met and married Casey. Casey is ten years my junior and has a daughter. Her name is Tia. We both raised Tia from a gangly young girl of nine to a lovely young woman of twenty one during our twelve year marriage. Casey decided for. It gets a little worse. If you look at the actual dates -- our fake Kasumi was theoretically born in 1984, and the Ranma series began publishing in Japan in 1987 -- that means there was no possible way to reconcile her memories with the manga. When she discovered the manga on her own somewhere around 2008, she jumped to the conclusion that her sister Nabiki had sold the stories to a manga creator as another way to profit off of Ranma Saotome. So far, we had gotten away with letting her believe.