I was a young 23 years old married to a great guy and I just wanted to see what he saw in me. I had blonde hair flowing to the middle of my back. I ...as pleased with my 36D breast and I know for damn sure he was too. As I put my hands on my hips I thought for the first time in my life that I was hot. I mean the kind of hot girl that you found in playboy or penthouse magazines. The whistle of the tea kettle brought me back down to earth and I ran to shut it off. I sat at the table. What do you do?” “I’m in the military. I’m currently on leave visiting home.” “Oooohhhhh, my son is in the Army,” she replied in an excited squeal. I could easily tell she was old enough but I still said, “Now, how is that possible, you must have had your son when you were what…10?” “I’m 48 years old but you’re very kind and that silver tongue is going to get you in trouble.” I picked up on the flirt and so we chatted for well over an hour. After a while she leaned in to me and whispered in my. We were together quite a bit. As I said, his curly locks and fair skin, with his small stature, made him look more like ten than thirteen. I had to keep remembering (like I was about to forget, ha) what his dick looked like. It was rather large, though I had nothing actually to compare it with.Of course, I was looking at Davie with quite different eyes after watching him so dramatically prove he was beyond puberty the night before. We had a normal day and evening but I knew for sure exactly. I stroked the inside of his legs and then the back of my hand brushed his balls before stroking the underneath of his shaft. “Oooh… that’s not helping is it?” “No!” He said, as his cock instantly became rock hard. I knelt on his sofa so I could look down on his nob end and gave the foreskin a gentle stroke with my index finger. I tiny amount of precum leaked from his slit. “I’m just going to try something,” I said. I took a mouth full of coffee. As soon as I had swallowed the hot beverage I.