He made a lunch date at a very nice club which she did not tell Husband about. During lunch he plied her with liquor and exploited all the ways to man...pulate her that he remembered. In the private corner he copped a few feels and she responded. Used to doing things in secret, she didn’t feel OK talking to her husband about this guy who asked her out to dinner when her husband was going to be away and she accepted.The dinner happened to be room service in a hotel suite and she got pretty turned. . I missed you...” smiling shyly at her.Slapping my arm playfully, she wrinkled her nose and said “Don’t you try to sweet talk me, you little devil...” smiling nonetheless, as she caught me looking at the deep cleavage of her blouse.Suddenly, my stomach rumbled audibly, the pangs of hunger getting the better of it.“Ohh, poor boy ... you must have not even had breakfast...” she exclaimed, her motherly instincts taking over. Pulling herself out of my arms, she bustled into the kitchen, tying the. Night was aging rapidly it was a general class coach, and one window-glass on our opposite side was left cracked, and through it the cold wind entering towards us. She was feeling cold, I could make out. But she gave me her shawl to protect me from cold. She was feeling sleepy also her head leaning over a shoulder of our fellow commuter the train friend.And a time came when she fell asleep, resting her head on his shoulder. That intuitively, I sense that this middle age man might try on her. I loved her wavy ginger hair, and ginger pussy pubes too. She had put on a little weight but she held it proudly with her breasts the proudest part of her. They obviously sagged a little but they were so soft and real and her nipples were puffy just how I loved them. It was my turn to get undressed, so I followed her example behind the cottonwood. While I stripped she put on her two piece bathing suit. I just put on some cut-off jeans. Then we picked our way over the pebbles to the water and.