Soon after she appeared to be napping off, so here was my chance to escape. I said "you look like you are ready to sleep, have you had enough?" With...ut opening her eyes she said quietly "just a little longer." As I continued, she reached out & flicked off the bedside lamp & said "the light is in my eyes, a few mins more & I'll be asleep." I wondered about the light going off but kept thinking: don't be silly this is my MIL, nothing will happen & I will go back to the TV. So with the room. I bow my back, let my breasts stroke along his skin, startling a moan from him. I love that sound. He captures my laughter with his mouth, his tongue, his breath; laughter has always been part of our interludes. For a moment we just rest there, brows touching, sharing our breath and smiles. Wordless. There is no need to speak, we have long since passed the time when intimacy needed verbal communication. His hand strokes down my side, finding all those places I love being touched, those places. Unexpectedly convincing. Self-actualization is a concept so few understand. And so we get to how you can motivate me. I have no more children. I can see working with you to continue Theresa's legacy. But I do want more. I want children. Forgive me for being blunt, but women have a shelf life when it comes to childbirth. I want to pass the fruits of my success on to my own offspring. And I want to raise them in a family with their mother. But you are all married women and that makes me think you. I changed jobs in April after a few weeks of personal turmoil (more on that in another story?). I t wasn’t the first time that my boss and I spend the night together, but it was the greatest one up to now. Call me a slut for sleeping with my boss, but I can’t help being attracted to older men. They are so gentle, careful and experienced. They treat me like a princess, so I can’t help treating them like a king. But let me begin to tell you what happened. After I had started my new job, I had.