I wasn't.I thought about it. Kent was a young man. My son was eighteen, so Kent would also be, wouldn't he?As I got up to get a fresh glass of ice wat...r, the cooler air of the house's interior caused my nipples to harden. Or was the cold air? Smiling to myself, I liked the idea of being seen and hopefully admired by a younger man.My husband was out of town, in Washington, D.C., to direct the hanging of the panels produced by his company, so I had a period to plan my next move.I couldn't get. My face was rather too ruddy, though its features were delicate, and the shape was a roundish oval, except where a pit on my chin had far from a disagreeable effect: my eyes were as black as can be imagin'd, and rather languishing than sparkling, except on certain occasions, when I have been told they struck fire fast enough: my teeth, which I ever carefully perserv'd, were small, even and white; my bosom was finely rais'd, and one might then discern rather the promise, than the actual growth,. She sighed and that encouraged me. I tried to think of the things guys had done to me, what things I had especially enjoyed and focused on them. I kissed and sucked and probed with my tongue. I pulled her pussy open with my fingers for better depth into her hole. I sucked on her clit. I nipped at her clit with my teeth which brought a louder moan and gasp. I reached up along her body and grasped a breast, fingered a nipple, twisting and pulling on it. All the while I was bent over the. “Lisa, I can never undo all the bad things that have happened. But know this, I’m here to stay for as long as you want me to, and I will dedicate myself to you and our little Amy.”She smiled so brightly that it almost made me cry. I could see her eyes were wet again but I wanted this moment to be happy.I reached out and touched her face, and then lightly drew my fingers down her neck to the small patch of exposed skin that the robe didn’t cover. I felt her shiver at my touch, and my cock.