"Time's a wasting ' I don't want my husband missing me. He can be very jealous." She giggled and hiccupped. "Take off your clothes, Tom. I want to see...you naked." Yes, ma'am." I obeyed instantly while she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. "Your prick is so pretty, Tom. I do believe it's bigger than Bill’s." I blushed with pride at the compliment and started worrying about pleasing her. My prick was as stiff as a board, but I'd heard all the stories about a guy's prick going limp just as. I was shocked. I started to cry in front of her, and pleaded to her not to tell to anyone. She was so angry and said, I thought you were a good boy, I wonder if its really you, born to such orthodox parents indulging into such dirty activities. I told her that it was my age and the books which I read which made me to do all this. Then she was again angry on seeing that I had crushed her bra as well. She was almost 55 years old. She told that I should not do it again and wanted me promise to. ”, Lynda giggled. “Wow, I never thought I would have this conversation with you Lynda.”, I replied. “Oh, I don’t believe your mother never told you about me.”, Lynda replied. “She might have mentioned you a time or two.’, I laughed. “Hey, I love to fuck….no man has ever been able to keep up with me. Jack has always been awful in bed…. I thought maybe after I married him, he would get better, but he never did.”, Lynda admitted. “Well, this is an interesting conversation, but I need to go take a. " But I don't want to go to Karin's today." I petulantly whined. I triedto cross my arms over my chest in a gesture of defiance but those twolittle somethings got in the way. Again."Ok it's your choice. But remember what we said last night about yourcooperation, you can dress as a woman your own age and status in life orwe can go the little girl fetish route. Either way it's up to you. I'mgoing to go start your shower now, if you want to go with the littlegirl look the rest of the week just.