Monica lifted herself enough that we could both watch as our sexual organs moved along each other creating the most erotic site I have ever witnessed....When we were both welled lubed I maneuvered her in the '69' position and I brought her to her first orgasm of the evening."Now for the answer to your question," I whispered to her, as I rolled her onto her back and moved between her legs. "Your mother likes to put her legs on my shoulders, so I can pick her cunt or ass, or move freely between. I smiled. She smiled. We werein sync. Her body was my body. I took a deep breath and watched as herbreasts rose in response. I had tits! I was getting turned on by her tits- that were now my tits! Her face, now mine, was one of great beauty; high cheek bones, a femininenose that elegantly divided my face. Underneath my nose was a full andsensuous mouth. I wet my lips and smiled. Jesus! I had a fuck me smile! 'Ibetter be careful with that!' I thought to myself. My eyes found mybreasts again and. Over the next few weeks we would sit and chat nearly every day,I learnt she was seperated and had a daughter 22 and she had just moved out with her boyfriend and was feeling a bit lost but was getting use to it.She said it wasgood that I had lost my licence as we would not have meet otherwise.A few times I thought that she wanted more from me but she knew I was married and I thought that would disscourage her.A few times during our chatting she would put her hand on her leg right beside mine. His stride was confident and meaningful, she knew that something was going to happen, something delicious, something really truly provocative. In her dreams she replayed this moment in her head constantly.'Beep beep beep beep'....The incessant sound of seven AM. 'Shit! Just 5 more minutes,' says a muffled pillow-voice. She rolls out of bed; a daily struggle between her wanting to live life to be a success and her wanting to lie-in and fuck it all to hell. Turning on the radio she is surprised.