"I've been watching you for awhile. How would you feel about..." and she sent him a mental image of her riding his body to ecstasy. Through half close... eyes she saw the package in the front of his pants move slowly down one thigh. "I guess that means you'd enjoy a little tryst." Her laughter rang through his head. She could read his mind and he was asking how she could do such a thing, but there was a huskiness that she craved. "I have a gift for these kinds of things."His manner of speech was. I've come over there and started to end it and then you take me in your arms and..." Maybe you should come over here now." No, if I do that, I'm lost. We both know I can't resist you, your charm, your..." Lovemaking?" Laura was silent, She didn't want to acknowledge the young man was right. "Look, Laura, we both enjoy..." That's the problem. I enjoy it too much. I've gotten to the point of being willing to put twenty-four years of marriage in jeopardy just to steal some time with you." And. My hand pulls your mouth deep on to my cock as my fingers continue to work your slippery hole. I push you down on the bed and slide off your panties. Your pussy is soaked and dripping with your wetness. My tongue slides easily into your your hot pussy. You hips buck as waves of pleasure sweep over you. I pull you against my face and bury my tongue deep inside of you letting it slip out to lick your clit which has grown hard and slippery with your juice. You beg for my cock and your heat is too. I put onthe trainers I had worn to come to come here. Fortunately they driedovernight and weren't different enough from girl's trainers that anyonewould notice. I took a quick glance in the mirror and realized that thet-shirt was thin enough for my bra to show through. I hoped it wouldreinforce my image as a girl.Mom looked at me and remarked that the pictures on Facebook did not dome justice. I was indeed a pretty girl."Thanks. I guess," I replied.I was unsure how to take the complement. I.