We kissed for a while as we were alone in the snooker room. My husband asked if he could fuck me on the table as it was very quiet in the hotel. I sai... of course, but first I have to go and powder my nose back in the room and I will return as soon as possible. I could see the snooker room from our bedroom window. I noticed that someone was peeping in the window at the back of the snooker room and was obviously spying on us. My husband had a pair of binoculars in his suitcase so I took them out. "Well... you're American, aren't you, Jane?"Mother smiled sweetly. Jane smiled back but said nothing."Actually she's married to an Englishman and has been living in London forfive years. That fulfils the residence requirement. I checked."Her smile reminded me of those Siamese cats in Lady and the Tramp.Jane did very well on the first board scoring an overtrick by squeezing mein the minors. My mother could have prevented it by leading a differentsuit and breaking up the squeeze, but this. She knew they weren’t overly large and she never wanted surgery, but her breasts were sensitive and when she felt his fingers tighten on her nipples, she hissed in appreciation. Doug was starting to get into it, even the newness of this wasn’t stopping him from doing what came naturally for a man with a woman.He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down against him. His cock stayed inside her, just barely. Then he kissed her! They had kissed last night, and while the kisses were good,. I could barely contain my excitement. This was all too good to be true. YOU were too good to be true. We’d come from similar backgrounds and gone through similar experiences in our lives. You didn’t have a gaggle of kids or a psycho ex-wife. You were extremely intelligent, witty, sexy, and most of all you ‘got me’. I certainly hoped I wouldn’t wake up from this dream any time soon. Although I hated to admit it to myself, I knew I was crazy about you too. I tried to push the fright of admitting.