She then got hornier and put her hand around her son’s waist while acting to be looking him play.I put my bag on my lap and behind it with my hands ...ook her hand and placed it on my cock she just kept her hand still and wasn’t doing anything I then pressed her palm against my cock and she squeezed it and caressed it down to my balls. My jeans felt very tight and I wanted to fuck that bitch right then and there.I now took my two fingers and rubbed it over pussy, she was getting restless and was. A tight, lavender-colored shirt was covered by a soft gray sweater, open down the front but tied at the waist. It had the effect of accentuating her slimness and making her smallish breasts appear slightly larger. She looked perfect. We sat on the couch and, though I wanted to give her a man’s perspective on how fantastic she really is, I didn’t want to gush about another woman in my wife’s presence. The conversation generally focused on the breakup clichés… what an idiot her ex was, how it. Well, I know I had never felt so wonderfully feminine! I didn't see any signs of television cameras, or studios, so I assumed that much like the movie "Plesantville," I was in a world that existed on its own. I thought about Laura's life... how it would just about match all my ideals! She had Rob, a kind, loving, funny, caring husband. She spent her days the way I dreamed of spending mine... as a suburban housewife in the post World War II era. No job, no need for one, no social expectations. Sexual wise she was very inexperienced and would just lie there while I was pumping away, after a while we broke up and I had never seen her until march, well we got talking and I found out she was still single, staying with her mum who was now widowed, so we agreed to go out and after a couples of weeks we ended up shagging again and she was not any better since the last time! any way 3 weeks ago on saturday lunchtime I went down to her house to meet her as we would go into town for lunch,.