I spent the week before we left noticing several things that I had been overlooking. Liz was dressing more provocatively for work. Ralph was calling h...r at home in the evening, and Liz would go into the spare bedroom and close the door to talk to him. And our sex was now very sporadic, and then it was without any of Liz’s former passion.I mentioned these things to Liz, and she went nuts and I spent the last few days before our trip on the rollout in the spare bedroom. Because of this, I decided. M.'s life. Don't be concerned if we don't want to be seen, well then she can't see us. After all this is imagination; right? I promise you won't be sorry. Mrs. M's life is going to become very, what shall I say, stimulated?Okay, now there she is. Certainly lovely and excellent, don't you think? Good genes. Mrs. M's body is the body of a woman in the prime of her matronly years. She is probably 10 pounds heavier than when she was a high school senior; just enough to round out the curve of her. I am sure the anticipation was starting to drive her crazy while I examine her creamy thong and imagine her sweet young bald pussy so wet thinking about the stranger now in her room.Her cute little toes with a French manicure were now curling and uncurling as if begging me to come touch her. So that is where I start. Kissing on her cute little toes and rubbing my hand up her leg under the covers.Now I stand up at the end of the bed I want her to feel how hard I am.My dick could split in half I. Do you think it will?” I wanted to answer but was so aware of the stiffness beneath me which must be digging in to Julie’s thigh. She must be aware of how aroused I was. I gave a very weak “yes Miss” and saw the smirk cross her oh so beautiful face. She raised her arm, I turned away and looked down at the floor. Her hand landed on my bottom and an instant later the pain ran right across it. Not a lot of pain to be fair. More of a shock as it turned out than pain. But enough to make it smart..