She is a trim 30 year old woman with curves in all the right places, a beautiful face framed by short deep red hair. She was immaculately dressed for ...he interview.I was shocked because she was a friend of my late wife, and I had never had any thoughts about her sexually. Her presence threw me - gone was my confidence and bravado. She sensed that I was struggling to interview her."You have a problem interviewing me don't you?" she enquired."Hmmmm ... yes and no" I responded after a few seconds. I reached out over his desk and grabbed his jacket. I shook him.My voice came from a distance."You godawful bag of shit," I said. My words were clipped and controlled. "You sent Myriam there to fuck her way up into the Enthwistle empire. You used her condition, so you could get your greedy hands on that company. You knew how vulnerable she was. And you knew how I still felt about her. You knew how it would kill me. And you just went on and did it — even using me!"By then a red haze blurred my. I feel like I would cum within seconds and I want to wait until I have a cock between my virgin buns before I let myself cum.I decide to wear the sexy black leather corset that turned John on so much earlier and as I slip on the tight black silk panties over my aching cock and roll the sheer black stockings up my legs to attach to my garter straps, I am lost in my memory of having John's sweet cock in my mouth...Like before, I slip my black leather micro-miniskirt over my panties to hide the. With the most angelic look on her face she moved her hips pressing her body against mine. Now I was also enjoying the urgency to play and my hands started roaming her body and mom’s hands were doing their own roaming without her moving away. We were lying in each other’s arms, here she was, with every part of her body for me to tap, touch, feel, kiss, explore and worship. Her mouth, breasts, thighs and all other parts that make a woman, a special woman, were now mine. My mother was now about to.