Pulling open the fridge I grabbed a cool water bottle and held it against the side of my neck alternating every few seconds. I know that I am too youn... for menopause, so what was going on?I had made my way back to my office and settled in for the day. Other than the constant hum of arousal in the back of my mind the day was fairly average. A mid-morning meeting was much more difficult to focus on than normal but I made it through. One of the PR firm's clients had an issue where one of their. Jenna had taken ballroom dancing lessons when she was twelve and felt comfortable on a dance floor, even though her experience outside the class was limited to her mom and dad dancing with her in the kitchen when the mood struck them, just for fun.A tall, very good-looking, dark-haired young man approached them with their drinks. "Good evening, ladies. Which one of you gets the coke?" he asked politely. Jenna smiled one of her radiant best and reached for the glass, confronting him boldly.He. I felt the heat from mom but my mind said she could be any woman. Women I wanted to fuck, but didn’t or couldn’t. It opened up new feelings of grandeur. I was being forced to imagine who I was with. Mom was just one of a lot of women I’d fantasized about. I really kind of felt uneasy about fucking my own mom, so my mind made her into my ‘perfect woman’. The perfect face, hair, lips, tits, pussy, legs and on and on. ….I began to go for my perfect woman. Half dream, half fantasy, but real feeling. I caressed them and planted a kiss on the back of her knees and she squealed in pleasure. I went up to kiss her bum, back and tried removing her bra hooks. Before I could unhook, she again turned over and her boobs touched my chest. She was teasing me.We lip locked again. She put her hands over my shoulders. My cock was making a big tent and poking her pussy. I went down and pulled her panty to reveal a bush over her love hole. She raised her hips to help me pull off her panty over her legs.I.