I was more than a little tired of playing the field. I dated a number of women and over the next ten years I had two of them move in with me. Even tho...gh not married, I was monogamous during my relationship with each of them. Marie was the first one and stayed for five years. She worked for a law office and we seemed to hit it off fine.The sex was good, well, better than good. She wasn't much of a cook so we ate out all the time. I took her to meet my parents and my sisters. My parents liked. My mind wasflooded with so many conflicting and confusing thoughts that Icouldn't make sense of anything. I was becoming a wreck. Before long,I heard soft footsteps. It was Mrs. Jackson. She was barefoot andwearing a white terry clothe bathrobe. She'd obviously just gottenout of bed. I don't think she'd even washed her face. And yet, shelooked pretty.I stood to greet her. "Good morning Mrs. Jackson," I said cheerily."Good morning Mimi," she smiled. "How are you today?" I'm fine ma'am," I. From what I could see they were checking the viability of the pass. Their actions didn’t slow us down much but I felt safer with the experienced soldier leading the way. Visibility had noticeably diminished since lunch in the last hour after our rest stop and judging by the clouds it looked only to get worse. Instead of arriving at the keep around dusk we would be hours past it at this rate. Maybe well into the night.Please Bright Lady, see us through this safely.The places that the path was. I didn't know how far she was willing to go, but as I pulled her close she immediately reached down with her left hand and grabbed my cock. I was incredibly turned on already having thought about this all night. I reached my hand up her shirt and palmed her amazing breasts. She was still pushing against my chest as if to say "we should really stop." But her other hand was slowly stroking my cock and she was grinding her jeans against my leg. I reached to unbutton them but she pushed my.