Ha... Okay, Mom." I whiffed as she quietly exited my room, leaving me satisfied and ecstatic.It was then that I wanted to sexually please Mom also for...all she's done for me and felt a strong obligation to make it happen.So I spent the rest of the week thinking of how I could accomplish this. It wasn't until Thanksgiving Day that an opportunity emerged.We had just finished our Holiday meal and had all sat down in the Living Room to enjoy a football game. Well, so dad could enjoy a football game. I said Nathan’s name again. My thoughts were scattered everywhere. “I want to see and feel his cock. No, I don’t. Stop this, Ellen. Jim is already thinking something is wrong. You can’t continue this fantasy sexual affair with your client’s soon to be ex husband.”I’ve always felt that I was the one in control in most of my romantic relationships through the years except for Jim. I didn’t want to be or need to be in control of him. He loved me and wanted me just as I am. But with Nathan. Her other hand had found its way to her clit, and she was lightly rubbing it. Her fingers were quickly slick with her own juices, although truth be known she was getting worked up the moment she knew he was coming overJay liked that his toy took him willingly into her mouth. It gave him a feeling of strength, and even though she didn’t want to deep throat him, what she was doing felt pretty damn good. Jay let her continue for a bit, then eased a hand around the back of her neck. He was sure she. "Never mind! Come and sit next to your Fluffy, and I'll talk you through Gerard measuring me for my new bra."He groaned and sat down, not too close."You remember when I held them up and breathed in, you said I was nearly fifty-five and a half?"Mr Devonshire remembered. "Yes." Holding them up and breathing in doesn't work, does it? Gerard told me, I can hold them up the way a bra does, but it makes my nipples stick way out and they couldn't do that in a bra, so it exaggerates the measurement,.