"This isn't my kind of danger," Charles replied with a moan.Jane gave him a sad look before she kissed his cheek and said, "I think itwould better for...both of us, if you went en femme." Maybe for you." No, it's definitely for you," Jane countered."What will people think?" Since when have you cared what people think? You've avoided them andshut them all out long enough." People are going to look at me and think I'm some sort of a freak." What make you so sure?" Just look at me," Charles. My mom Neelam was 34 at the time of this incident. Now let me describe her features. Mom was about 5`6 ft in height. She had quite a fair complexion. Now about her beauty…she had very long hair which fell up to her ass when she kept them open. Mom had really big boobs and generally wore low-cut blouse which easily exposed her big boobs and deep cleavage (Now don`t ask me about her exact figure because I am not a damn tailor or something!!!) Now, whenever we walked through a public place, men. Sex with my wife was so clean, so functional and clinical, that to have Lisa be so expressive, to delight in my manhood, was almost transgressive. I wanted to cum there and then.She heaved her tits into my lap, an erect nipple lightly grazing the tip of my head. She squeezed my agonised cock tightly between her cleavage, wanking it slowly between her tits. They felt so heavy and soft and warm. 'Is this how you dreamed it would be?' she cooed, the diamond on her wedding finger catching the light. Yes, he loved her. It was that simple. There was no longer any doubt about that, no wondering or analyzing or calculating. It had not happened just since his daughter asked him about it; he had loved Allison for much longer. He just hadn't recognized it until now.The only question was whether she loved him too. He hoped that her flirting and cuddling and hugging and kissing tonight was a sign of that, but he could not be sure. Though they had never discussed it, now he really wanted to know. He.