...I asked what would I do if a kiss and a cuddle went further? he said, if I was happy to suck, swallow, be fingered ect then he was happy that I was...having fun and as soon as it had happened I was to come home and describe in detail what had happened. I could see that he was turned on by me even contemplating the idea and truthfully I was soaking wet by the idea I could go out and pull another guy without any consequences (we then had great sex) anyway after sex he still said that I should. .”“Some people aren’t grown up when they’re forty. Just because I’m only nineteen doesn’t mean I’m a kid.”“No, you’re right, I didn’t mean...”“I’ve been living on my own since I was sixteen,” Dana said.“Sixteen?”“Yeah, sixteen. I’ve got my own place, no roommates or anything,” she said proudly.“Come on up,” she said when we got to her place.“I’d better not,” I answered. “It’s pretty late.”“Jim, it’s eight o’clock. Come on, I want to show you my place and I’ll make you an awesome coffee.”“A. "Not just "Oh." It sounds more like "owe", as in "You owe me money." Only she doesn't say it once. She says it for every stroke.Arlene was right in the groove. "Owe!, Owe!, Owe!, Owe!, Owe!, Owe....!", she moaned. I had heard that moan many times. She said she never moans when she has sex, but there she was, moaning for all to hear. I guess she can't hear it in the midst of the act. At least I had a witness this time.... not that I'd be able to use him. I knew that this was the perfect time to. Not only was Charlene twenty-five years older than him, she was his mother-in-law. He had no prejudice about her body, about her being overweight, wearing glasses, dressing like a farmer's wife even with the farm long gone. Even her age, he realized, wouldn't bother him. She was an attractive woman, attractive in a way that women like Marla could never be. Suddenly, he found himself sporting an erection without realizing it was happening. Charlene continued to hug him tightly, so he knew.