.. provided no one noticed.As a 50 something bloke, I did feel a little off lusting after this luscious beauty, but a grown woman is a grown woman.And...Emma was grown.Often she would pop out into the garden while I was there, offering a cold drink on hot days, dressed in very small, very tight denim shorts and a vest top. Her dainty feet bare, the toes nails a lovely shade of pale blue.The day in question was hot; very hot. I pulled my shirt off over my head, the sweat beading on my hairy chest. No toys or vibrators, nothing to mar the quiet night that was theirs alone. She’d lie atop the sheets, the air conditioner off, a slight mugginess in the air made her feel warm and sensual before she’d even brushed her soft tanned skin with her slender fingers. Being naked, alone in the semidarkness, a gentle breeze blowing in their second floor window, was a luxury all its own. And her husband, quiet and strong, stood in the doorway, wearing a silk robe he’d not dare wearing any other time, as. I’m a 50 yo single guy and other than playing softball on 3 teams during the summer I really don’t do much for myself. So it was closing in on Thanksgiving Day when I decided to plan a trip towards the end of December and I chose Atlantic City for a 1 night of who knows what could happen fun. As fate would have it, I found a companion to accompany me in some East coast Vegas shenanigans who I will refer to as Sunshine. The day of, at approximately 1:00pm, we started communicating via text. "Be quiet and kiss your son, woman," Dan commanded as he licked her ear. Mom giggled and returned to kissing me. She was alternately pulling and playing with my upper and lower lips, and each time she changed the lip she was kissing, her lips would part slightly. I took the leap and tried pushing my tongue in. My tongue snaked into her mouth and found the tip of her tongue, and she moaned, her chest rising and falling even more. "No tongue," she said. Okay. Shouldn't have asked for more anyway..