She wore a yellow nighty. After some chit chat I slowly placed my hand on her shoulder. And slowly I touch her left boob and squeezed it slightly. Wow... they are so firm, I asked the same, and she answered that she will not allow her husband to touch them. And told that her husband is a fool and not at all good at sex.I made her to stand and fondled her buttock which is big, round and firm. She took me to the bed and she fell on bed. I removed my shirt and fell on her. I kissed her face. Removed. I got back to the flat, and dressed in my own things for the first time – heaven! I can’t remember how many times I came that night, but it was great!I then bought a house, had much more privacy so my collection increased. Several slips (full and waist), several bra/panty sets, a couple of suspender belts, stockings, a basque, a short nightie and a long nightie (both with negligees). This was way before digital cameras, but I processed my own B&W films, so had a few pics.Girls came and went,. I want this to be her fantasy as much as mine. I trace my fingers around her hard nipples and she moans. “Like that, yes, just like we talked. Mmmmm.” The lust in her voice makes the pulse in my cock throb even harder and I stumble forward.She grasps my cock again in one hand to stop me, looks down realizing she can’t fully encircle it, giggles, “You told me but I still can’t believe it!” Then she grabs my balls with the other hand and pulls me three inches inside her.It’s the softest cushion. And she had offered me some aloo buja. She told me that she wanted to talk to me about what happened that day. I burst out saying “Yes it was amazing” she smiled and told me, yes I know that’s why we shouldn’t do it anymore. I asked her it’s not causing anyone any harm right it’s our secret and that we’ll keep it between us. She told me that it was wrong and I was too young and she was old enough to be my mother. As she sat across the coffee table I looked at her she looked amazing.I got up and.