?Mmm.?I kissed her face. ?Mmm ? you’re lovely and warm.?She didn’t move, and I thought my chance was gone, but then she stirred. I cuddled her, ki...sed her on the lips again. I never like to push my wife if she’s not in the mood. But she responded.?All okay ?? she murmured.I do night shifts. Seven p.m. to three a.m. Four nights a week. Dull, antisocial work but, hey, someone’s got to do it.?Fine. Just the usual.?I was like a rock already. She was soft. I trailed my lips gently down to her. You were able to pluck out of my head that I liked this lady so you're pretending to be her and I now get to have another fantasy fulfilled! Fool me once, shame on you...fool me twice, shame on me! I knew her game.I gave her a dazzling smile, playing along. "Hi, I'm Tom...can I interest you in a cup of coffee?" I was still holding her and she had started to breathe more heavily. I helped her to stand back up."Oh," she replied, a bit unsteady, "I have to get back to my daughter..." Then she. She smiled gratefully and quickly reached over and began to undo my pants. Reaching in, she pulled my cock through the front of my boxers and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. I looked down and thrilled at the sight of a stranger's exquisitely manicured fingers wrapped around my shaft. The nails a perfect match for her bright red lips. She began to work the skin up and down pausing occasionally to swipe her thumb across the head and use the pre-cum to lubricate. I looked around to make sure. She bakes them every morning and I always have one before noon-time."They came on the house suddenly and it looked like the fog would be burning off rapidly now. Penelope told him to come down to the basement door because Mister Johnson never used the stoop door and had it double locked with heavy bolts. She rang the bell and a stout woman with a heavy German accent answered with a laugh recognizing young Penelope from her piano playing days."Ach, little libchen, it is so nice to see you. How.