My wife used to be a woman."The bartender rolled his eyes. Peter had to laugh at his joke despite himself."Let me ask you this, do you still love her?...Peter thought about this. He thought about everything that had happened since he met her. He thought about how lonely his life was before he met her. He remembered the day they met. The day they got married. Their honeymoon. The time he had pneumonia and she took care of him. Then, fate put in her bony hand. The jukebox started playing Sting's. I said OK and proceeded in her bedroom. It was very nice and clean. A King size bed with a leather cushioned headboard, and lots of pillows. It was very spacious, just that of in porn movies, my first time in a milf’s bedroom I was anxious. She went into the closet and pulled out the camera! It was just a small camcorder. She set it up right behind the bed so that it could take every angle of the whole room, including the bed in the middle of the scene.Before we started, she thanked me for. “She's upstairs if you want to meet her,” Becca's mom said. “Last door on the left.” I turned towards Becca. She nodded in approval. “Go ahead,” Becca said. “Just remember what I told you. And behave.” “I will,” I told her. “We'll see you in a bit,” Becca's dad replied, as he allowed me to enter the house. With a sigh, I took off my shoes and headed upstairs to Karissa's bedroom. Eventually, I reached her bedroom. I proceeded to knock on Karissa's bedroom door. However, I heard soft moaning. She started crying into my shoulder as I held her tightly.She looked up at me her face read plastered with nervousness and a bit of guilt. “Can you ...” she trailed off seeming unable to finish the sentence. “What? I asked, if it’s for you I can do anything. ““C-can you make... me feel good.” She said in a voice so quiet I could barely pick it up. Unable to look at me she looked down and mumbled “I’m sorry I didn’t mean...”I stopped her by lifting her head up with my finger. Putting my arms.