‘Not anymore though?’ ‘I don’t know. I try not to think about it.’ I swallowed still looking at her. Finally overwhelmed I was about to look...away when I realised she was going to kiss me. I almost laughed as she scooted a little closer to me, I felt giddy. She pressed her lips to me I felt them squish into mine and then it was over. Looking at her beside me with her arm around my back I wondered if I had just imagined this, was just imagining…. I licked my lips and kissed her cheek quickly. They were sitting on their sofa, watching TV together.She was in her fifties, not beautiful by any means — slim almost to the point of being skinny, which only served to emphasise her full breasts. Her hair was iron grey, and her face was showing signs of becoming lined, but her legs were, she felt, her best feature, perhaps apart from her breasts — very long and shapely, with slim ankles.Her son Jamie took after her — tall for his age, gangly, with tousled hair, and she loved him. Rachel was on her hands and knees as she crept over to the bed. I was on my side with my cock hard and ready. She ran her hand under the covers and discovered my manhood and without a word, she slipped it into her mouth and slowly bobbed her head up and down on it. She was smart not to deep throat me because a loud gag might wake Sandy up.But I did put my hand on her head and grab her soft hair as she worked her magic on my cock. She was not in a hurry. She was enjoying what she was doing and. Her mouth taking my cock quicker to, her lips tightening around my cock as her head thrust up and down, my foot pushing on the gas pedal harder, the speed of the car increasing the same as her head movements and those of my fingers too. My eyes dancing between the road and my hand, which I still couldn’t see, beneath her skirt. As I glared into the empty road, I spotted a lay-by ahead, my foot pulled up from the throttle, pressing the brake pedal down sharply. Michelle’s head rose, my cock.