I was wearing canvas shoes , denim shorts and a white short sleeved shirt and my wife was wearing a lovely, yellow summers dress, with matching yellow...lace underwear. I was 30 years old at this time (five years ago) 5'7" closely shaved head, designer beard stubble and slim to medium build. My wife Maxine, aged 42 (milf) is just a bit shorter in height, slim with brown shoulder length hair, brown eyes and a sexy, tight , peach bottom with nice, pert tits.We set off on our walk, holding hands and. "You were masturbating." I teased her throbbing clit."Nnnggghhh" mom moaned at my touch. "You watched me?" she whispered."I watched you finger your wet pussy" I slid a finger into her tight folds."Oh fuck." Mom grunted."And when you came..." my fingers began a slow pumping in and out, feeling her tight walls. "I heard you...call my name." Oh God Travis" mom s' voice dripped lust. "I want you baby." I know mom, and I want you." I couldn't hold the quake in my voice."No...now" I could feel her. In the months to come, I met another forlorn creature who on a verge of breakup was contemplating something bad. A social community quite active at the time made me realize people every where have similar stories and when I tried understanding her where she messed up (…come to think of it…I always could understand feelings of single females, flirting was in my blood but carrying that relation was lost some where)…she did understand, from there started a 9 month relationship, where she fell in. As I walked the wind whipped my hairinto my eyes. While long hair was exciting, I was realizing a newcondition of my womanhood. "My kingdom for a scrunchy," I said, and thenstarted to giggle. What a girl I thought.Standing on the porch was Jeffery "woman you are going to catch the deathof you. Get in here before you get sick." He scolded as he opened thedoor for me. Then as I slipped past him he swatted me on the butt,causing me to yelp out a squeak. Once in the kitchen I gave him a.