16-09-2020, 04:18 PM
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Glancing out of his window, Ron saw Gloria Vandandren jogging down the street in front of his house. She was a very good looking woman in her mid-forties, abundantly endowed with the assets the estate women seemed famous for; great legs, a lovely rear end, and nice tits. Watching her jog by, he was fascinated by the way her tits frolicked freely underneath her thin shirt. She had to be wearing a sports bra, but her tits were still flouncing up and down delightfully.
Knowing that she would probably shower when she was through jogging, Ron raced her back to her house just to see what she would look like naked.
Climbing the stairs, he was soon looking out into the Vandandren's house. Ron knew that Gloria lived there with her husband, Ralph and he had heard rumors that their daughter, Clarise was visiting. Ron hadn't seen Clarise around the Estate, so he didn't know if it was rumor or fact.
Walking around the viewing port, he saw that he had beaten Gloria back, so he decided to have a quick look around and see if anyone else was home.
Ron walked around, looking into each room and discovered a guy asleep in one of the spare bedrooms. The muscular young man was naked and lying on top of the covers with his big, thick cock prominently displayed, lying dormant on his belly.
Must be Clarise's new husband, Ron thought slipping down the stairs to await Gloria's return.
He didn't have to wait long for Gloria to come puffing up the front walk. Pausing outside for a moment to catch her breath, she trudged inside, closing the door behind her. Once inside, she reached down and jerked her T-shirt up over her head. A big, wet sweat stain on her bra, between her exquisite breasts documented her earlier exertion. Trudging toward the stairs, she grabbed hold of the bottom hem of her jogging bra and yanked it up over her head, freeing her pretty boobs. Free from restraint, her elegant breasts pertly sprang forward. It appeared, the way her tits were jutting out, that they might have had a little enhancement in the past. Pitching her shirt and bra down on the floor, she started up the stairs, squeezing and rubbing her big tits while her fingers tweaked the big nipples. The tight jogging brassiere had held her breasts snugly, but it had also made ugly red marks across her magnificent breasts.
Finally able to tear his eyes away from her bosom, Ron watched her swish her round, firm buttocks from side to side as she went up the stairs and headed for her bedroom. She was indeed an eyeful.
Stopping in her bedroom, she sat down on the huge waterbed and started untying her shoes. Slipping them off along with her socks, she sat rubbing her feet for a few moments before she stood up and pulled her shorts down. Running her hands through the luxuriant forest of kinky brown hair at the pit of her belly, she tickled and scratched herself for a few moments before she turned and made her way into the bathroom.
Ron watched for at least fifteen minutes as she showered and diligently cleansed every nook, cranny, and mountain. Finally, as squeaky clean as a new car, she stepped back into the bedroom. Walking over to her chest-of-drawers, she reached inside and picked out a satiny pair of panties
They were the kind that women wore back in thirties. They were provocatively split up the sides all the way up the waistband with a thick ruffle of lace encircling her marvelous thighs. Slipping the fancy satin pantaloons on, she once again reached up and fondled her big droopy breasts. The angry red stripes that had been there earlier were gone leaving only the expanse of lovely alabaster tit.
Admiring her mauve capped breasts with their big dusky cups and big, rubbery nipples, Ron watched on. They were delightfully shaped and the size of small, pink gbangfruits. Flicking the little knob-shaped nipples, she padded around the bed and walked out into the hall. She was quite a sight padding down the hall wearing only panties as her delightful tits jiggled up and down beautifully
Purposefully heading straight for the room where the young guy was sleeping, she strolled up to the door and without knocking flung open the door.
"Oops," she yelped when she the young man lying on the bed.
Trying to cover her tits with one arm, she turned away from the bed and looked over her shoulder. The guy in the bed didn't move.
Stopping, blushing, and breathing heavily, she stood in the doorway for several moments staring at the young man as he slept.
Then, looking around nervously, as if someone else might happen upon them, she tiptoed over to the edge of the bed where the man lay. Looking down, she stared directly at the big, flaccid prick lying sleeping in its hairy nest at the bottom of the man's belly.
Damn, Mikey is hung like a horse she smiled to herself.
Suddenly, she felt a tingle of excitement. It surprised her. She hadn't felt anything like that in a long time.
Maybe life was getting a little boring. A little too predictable. Hardly daring to breathe, afraid that he might wake, she couldn't take her eyes off Mike's sleeping giant.
Was she that horny? Why, it had been only, uh, only, uh, Jesus, it had been three weeks since she and Ralph had done anything. Three weeks! What was happening to them? She could remember when they did it two-three times a day, instead of one time in three weeks.
But what did that have to do with Mike?
And why was she getting all hot and bothered by looking at her son-in-law?
Well, it would feel good to have a big, hard cock scratch the itch that had sprung up inside her pussy. Maybe Mike's big, hard cock!
As the licentious thoughts swirled around inside her head, she noticed a change in his cock's appearance. It slowly began to harden and swell.
Was he awake? She had been so preoccupied with his cock she hadn't paid any attention to his face. Was he awake and watching her?
Quickly glancing up at his face, she saw that he was still asleep.
Then why was he getting hard? Was it the beginnings of a piss-hard? Or was he dreaming? Whatever, it might portend the end of his sleep.
Best not get caught standing around ogling his cock, she told herself. He might get the wrong idea, she laughed.
Turning, she quietly stole back over to the door. Looking back over her shoulder, she gave his cock one long, adoring look before she slipped back out into the hallway and closed the door softly behind her.
Fanning herself with her hand, she hurried back down the hallway to her bedroom. Stepping inside, she closed the door and stood leaning against it, trying to get her knees to stop shaking.
I guess Mike will just have to make his own bed, she said to herself.
I thought that he would be up and gone by now. Although, it did appear that he was getting up now, she laughed, recalling his cock.
After a few minutes, she walked back over to the chest-of-drawers and rummaged through the drawers until she found some shorts that were appropriate for mixed company. Slipping off her satin pantaloons, she blushed when she saw the wet stain spreading out over the crotch of the panties.
Goodness, did I get that wet down there, she giggled? It was nice looking at his lovely prick, but I didn't think I got that excited. Maybe a little, but not that much. Really. Dear me. Maybe I'm just a little hornier than I thought.
Reaching down to her womanhood, she gently ran a finger up the wet slit of flesh peeking out the forest of kinky brown hairs and found her finger coated with her musky juices.
My, my, Gloria, you'd better watch yourself, she smiled. You wouldn't want to do anything that would get you in trouble. Would you?
Moving her hand away from her drenched womanhood, she did some more searching and pulled out a halter-top. Quickly pulling it on, she looked over at the mirror.
"Naughty, naughty," she said out loud when she saw that she could easily make out the sexy outline of her breast and her big, puffy nipples poking out against the thin material
Starting to pull it off and find something a little less risqué, she stopped.
Why? Why not let Mike get an eyeful. Let him see that his Mom-in-law is still pretty good looking for an old broad. Well, forty is hardly old, but it's a lot older than he is.
As he saw her making her way down to the kitchen, Ron departed.
Ron was gone so he didn't see Mike join her later in the kitchen where they had breakfast. He didn't get to see the number of times Gloria's eyes strayed down to the obvious lump in Mike's shorts. He didn't get to see the number of times that Mike admiring ran his eyes over his mother-in-law's delightful figure. And he didn't get to see the time they both caught each other looking down where their eyes shouldn't have been perusing.
But he did see Gloria go jogging by at the same time the next day and raced back to watch her shower again. The way she had longingly looked at Mike's cock, Ron hoped that maybe something else might develop.
This time, after her shower, Gloria quickly pulled on another pair of semi-respectable shorts and a T-shirt. She didn't put on a bra and it was obvious as her delightful breasts bounced about freely under the thin material of the shirt. Their impressive size and shape were easily discernible along with the prominent jut of her big, ripe nipples.
Checking herself in the mirror, she smiled mischievously and headed down the hallway to Clarise's room again. Stopping outside the bedroom, she took a deep breath and reached down to the doorknob. Quickly pushing the door open, she stepped inside fully prepared to apologize for bursting in on him without knocking.
No apology was necessary as Mike was still asleep. Smiling faintly, she slowly inched her way over to the bed. Only the great purple head of his manhood was visible this time as the rest of his imposing cock was hidden beneath the sheet. Hardly able to believe it herself, she felt her hand slowly reach down and gently peel back the sheet to reveal the entire column of thick pink flesh. Feeling the same wicked tickle she had felt the day before, she inched the sheet down a little farther until the two big, round companions of his cock were also exposed.
Standing by the bed, holding the sheet in her hands as she admired his lovely cock, she wondered what he would do if he woke up.
Suddenly, she heard him groan and watched in terror as he stirred in his sleep. Afraid to move, she didn't know what to do.
What if her caught her? Suddenly, she felt herself growing dizzy.
Jesus, Gloria what had you gotten yourself into this time? Her hands trembling, she watched as Mike slowly settled back to sleep. Thank God.
Breathing out slowly, she carefully lowered the sheet down onto Mike's hairy thighs leaving his impressive penis uncovered. Gently letting go of the sheet, she was moving her hand away when it accidentally brushed against the flaccid cock.
Sucking in a quick breath, she watched the soft rod of flesh wriggle slightly.
Looking up at Mike, she saw that he hadn't moved.
Growing braver, she lovingly ran her finger down the satiny smoothness of his big cock. Mike still didn't move. With the subject of a great deal of her thoughts yesterday and last night laying exposed, she ran her finger down the bulging barrel that ran all the way from his big balls up to the swollen, tapered head of the monster.
Mike slept on.
Still nothing happened, so she laid her small dainty hand down onto his cock, letting it rest on the hot, puffy flesh.
Anxiously glancing up at Mike's face, she saw that he was still asleep.
Knowing that she was playing with fire, she eased her fingers down around the thick, round shaft of his sleeping cock.
Holding the slumbering giant in her hand, she gently lifted it as she gave it a squeeze. This time she felt a tremble of response quiver through it.
Nervously, she sneaked a quick peek at Mike's face and saw no indication of consciousness. When she looked back down to his cock, to her amazement she saw that it was gradually growing.
She couldn't believe it. While Mike slept, she had coaxed his cock into life. Squeezing it a little harder, she felt it twitch.
This is crazy, she told herself, slowly releasing his cock as she gently laid it back down on his belly.
Just as she released it, she heard Mike groan. Stumbling back away from the bed, she was terrified as she watched Mike reach down and grab hold of his cock.
Whining something unintelligible, he began to roughly shuck his hand up and down his cock.
Sensing that it was only a matter of seconds before Mike woke up, Gloria flew across the room and out into the hallway. Spinning around to close the door, she got one last look at her son-in-law as he lay there beating his meat.
Quietly easing the door closed, she stopped and left it ajar a couple of inches.
Panting from her flight and near disaster, she stood just outside the door listening to Mike masturbate.
She was still feeling light headed as she listened to the sound of Mike's hand slapping against his belly.
Well, your life isn't quite as boring as it was yesterday, she told herself as her hand sneaked down inside her shorts.
Leaning over, she peeked in through the crack.
God, she thought as she watched Mike's hand flying up and down the colossus of a cock. The gigantic slab of meat had to be at least eight or nine inches long as Mike lay there with his head thrown back and his fist racing up and down the monster.
As she watched, she fingered her bulging clitoris. It had been a long time since anything this exciting had happened to her. Wickedly, she leered at Mike longingly.
Don't waste it, big boy, she silently shouted at him. Don't waste it. I have a place you can put it. God, was she going crazy? What was she doing?
Suddenly, she heard Mike groan loudly as his back arched thrusting his cock high into the air.
"Oh, My, God," she whispered, watching the first vulgar gob of gooey cum shoot out of his cock.
Incredulous, she watched the wad of thick, white jism fly up into the air and drop back down onto Mike's iron-hard belly.
Jerking her hand out of her shorts, she ran back to her bedroom. Rushing inside, she closed the door and stood there gasping.
"He just came. I can't believe it. I just watched my son-in-law jack off. And I caused it all."
Rushing into her bathroom, jerking her clothes off in the process, she hastily turned the shower on and stepped under the ice-cold spray of water.
"Holy Shit," she shivered, "this water is cold."
After several minutes under the cold shower, she finally stepped back out of the shower. The icy water had driven out the devil inside her. She was back in control again. Almost.
What was she doing, she asked herself as she slowly dressed again?
This game was getting a little too dangerous. What if she got caught? And why was she doing it? She was a happily married woman. Wasn't she?
But maybe she did need a little excitement in her life. And maybe Mike could be that excitement. But should she risk it? Risk everything for a little romp in the hay with a boy half her age? Her daughter's husband?
The juices were already starting to flow again as she thought about it. It was like a pot that was slowly reaching the boiling point and was ready to bubble over at any time.
Glancing out of his window, Ron saw Gloria Vandandren jogging down the street in front of his house. She was a very good looking woman in her mid-forties, abundantly endowed with the assets the estate women seemed famous for; great legs, a lovely rear end, and nice tits. Watching her jog by, he was fascinated by the way her tits frolicked freely underneath her thin shirt. She had to be wearing a sports bra, but her tits were still flouncing up and down delightfully.
Knowing that she would probably shower when she was through jogging, Ron raced her back to her house just to see what she would look like naked.
Climbing the stairs, he was soon looking out into the Vandandren's house. Ron knew that Gloria lived there with her husband, Ralph and he had heard rumors that their daughter, Clarise was visiting. Ron hadn't seen Clarise around the Estate, so he didn't know if it was rumor or fact.
Walking around the viewing port, he saw that he had beaten Gloria back, so he decided to have a quick look around and see if anyone else was home.
Ron walked around, looking into each room and discovered a guy asleep in one of the spare bedrooms. The muscular young man was naked and lying on top of the covers with his big, thick cock prominently displayed, lying dormant on his belly.
Must be Clarise's new husband, Ron thought slipping down the stairs to await Gloria's return.
He didn't have to wait long for Gloria to come puffing up the front walk. Pausing outside for a moment to catch her breath, she trudged inside, closing the door behind her. Once inside, she reached down and jerked her T-shirt up over her head. A big, wet sweat stain on her bra, between her exquisite breasts documented her earlier exertion. Trudging toward the stairs, she grabbed hold of the bottom hem of her jogging bra and yanked it up over her head, freeing her pretty boobs. Free from restraint, her elegant breasts pertly sprang forward. It appeared, the way her tits were jutting out, that they might have had a little enhancement in the past. Pitching her shirt and bra down on the floor, she started up the stairs, squeezing and rubbing her big tits while her fingers tweaked the big nipples. The tight jogging brassiere had held her breasts snugly, but it had also made ugly red marks across her magnificent breasts.
Finally able to tear his eyes away from her bosom, Ron watched her swish her round, firm buttocks from side to side as she went up the stairs and headed for her bedroom. She was indeed an eyeful.
Stopping in her bedroom, she sat down on the huge waterbed and started untying her shoes. Slipping them off along with her socks, she sat rubbing her feet for a few moments before she stood up and pulled her shorts down. Running her hands through the luxuriant forest of kinky brown hair at the pit of her belly, she tickled and scratched herself for a few moments before she turned and made her way into the bathroom.
Ron watched for at least fifteen minutes as she showered and diligently cleansed every nook, cranny, and mountain. Finally, as squeaky clean as a new car, she stepped back into the bedroom. Walking over to her chest-of-drawers, she reached inside and picked out a satiny pair of panties
They were the kind that women wore back in thirties. They were provocatively split up the sides all the way up the waistband with a thick ruffle of lace encircling her marvelous thighs. Slipping the fancy satin pantaloons on, she once again reached up and fondled her big droopy breasts. The angry red stripes that had been there earlier were gone leaving only the expanse of lovely alabaster tit.
Admiring her mauve capped breasts with their big dusky cups and big, rubbery nipples, Ron watched on. They were delightfully shaped and the size of small, pink gbangfruits. Flicking the little knob-shaped nipples, she padded around the bed and walked out into the hall. She was quite a sight padding down the hall wearing only panties as her delightful tits jiggled up and down beautifully
Purposefully heading straight for the room where the young guy was sleeping, she strolled up to the door and without knocking flung open the door.
"Oops," she yelped when she the young man lying on the bed.
Trying to cover her tits with one arm, she turned away from the bed and looked over her shoulder. The guy in the bed didn't move.
Stopping, blushing, and breathing heavily, she stood in the doorway for several moments staring at the young man as he slept.
Then, looking around nervously, as if someone else might happen upon them, she tiptoed over to the edge of the bed where the man lay. Looking down, she stared directly at the big, flaccid prick lying sleeping in its hairy nest at the bottom of the man's belly.
Damn, Mikey is hung like a horse she smiled to herself.
Suddenly, she felt a tingle of excitement. It surprised her. She hadn't felt anything like that in a long time.
Maybe life was getting a little boring. A little too predictable. Hardly daring to breathe, afraid that he might wake, she couldn't take her eyes off Mike's sleeping giant.
Was she that horny? Why, it had been only, uh, only, uh, Jesus, it had been three weeks since she and Ralph had done anything. Three weeks! What was happening to them? She could remember when they did it two-three times a day, instead of one time in three weeks.
But what did that have to do with Mike?
And why was she getting all hot and bothered by looking at her son-in-law?
Well, it would feel good to have a big, hard cock scratch the itch that had sprung up inside her pussy. Maybe Mike's big, hard cock!
As the licentious thoughts swirled around inside her head, she noticed a change in his cock's appearance. It slowly began to harden and swell.
Was he awake? She had been so preoccupied with his cock she hadn't paid any attention to his face. Was he awake and watching her?
Quickly glancing up at his face, she saw that he was still asleep.
Then why was he getting hard? Was it the beginnings of a piss-hard? Or was he dreaming? Whatever, it might portend the end of his sleep.
Best not get caught standing around ogling his cock, she told herself. He might get the wrong idea, she laughed.
Turning, she quietly stole back over to the door. Looking back over her shoulder, she gave his cock one long, adoring look before she slipped back out into the hallway and closed the door softly behind her.
Fanning herself with her hand, she hurried back down the hallway to her bedroom. Stepping inside, she closed the door and stood leaning against it, trying to get her knees to stop shaking.
I guess Mike will just have to make his own bed, she said to herself.
I thought that he would be up and gone by now. Although, it did appear that he was getting up now, she laughed, recalling his cock.
After a few minutes, she walked back over to the chest-of-drawers and rummaged through the drawers until she found some shorts that were appropriate for mixed company. Slipping off her satin pantaloons, she blushed when she saw the wet stain spreading out over the crotch of the panties.
Goodness, did I get that wet down there, she giggled? It was nice looking at his lovely prick, but I didn't think I got that excited. Maybe a little, but not that much. Really. Dear me. Maybe I'm just a little hornier than I thought.
Reaching down to her womanhood, she gently ran a finger up the wet slit of flesh peeking out the forest of kinky brown hairs and found her finger coated with her musky juices.
My, my, Gloria, you'd better watch yourself, she smiled. You wouldn't want to do anything that would get you in trouble. Would you?
Moving her hand away from her drenched womanhood, she did some more searching and pulled out a halter-top. Quickly pulling it on, she looked over at the mirror.
"Naughty, naughty," she said out loud when she saw that she could easily make out the sexy outline of her breast and her big, puffy nipples poking out against the thin material
Starting to pull it off and find something a little less risqué, she stopped.
Why? Why not let Mike get an eyeful. Let him see that his Mom-in-law is still pretty good looking for an old broad. Well, forty is hardly old, but it's a lot older than he is.
As he saw her making her way down to the kitchen, Ron departed.
Ron was gone so he didn't see Mike join her later in the kitchen where they had breakfast. He didn't get to see the number of times Gloria's eyes strayed down to the obvious lump in Mike's shorts. He didn't get to see the number of times that Mike admiring ran his eyes over his mother-in-law's delightful figure. And he didn't get to see the time they both caught each other looking down where their eyes shouldn't have been perusing.
But he did see Gloria go jogging by at the same time the next day and raced back to watch her shower again. The way she had longingly looked at Mike's cock, Ron hoped that maybe something else might develop.
This time, after her shower, Gloria quickly pulled on another pair of semi-respectable shorts and a T-shirt. She didn't put on a bra and it was obvious as her delightful breasts bounced about freely under the thin material of the shirt. Their impressive size and shape were easily discernible along with the prominent jut of her big, ripe nipples.
Checking herself in the mirror, she smiled mischievously and headed down the hallway to Clarise's room again. Stopping outside the bedroom, she took a deep breath and reached down to the doorknob. Quickly pushing the door open, she stepped inside fully prepared to apologize for bursting in on him without knocking.
No apology was necessary as Mike was still asleep. Smiling faintly, she slowly inched her way over to the bed. Only the great purple head of his manhood was visible this time as the rest of his imposing cock was hidden beneath the sheet. Hardly able to believe it herself, she felt her hand slowly reach down and gently peel back the sheet to reveal the entire column of thick pink flesh. Feeling the same wicked tickle she had felt the day before, she inched the sheet down a little farther until the two big, round companions of his cock were also exposed.
Standing by the bed, holding the sheet in her hands as she admired his lovely cock, she wondered what he would do if he woke up.
Suddenly, she heard him groan and watched in terror as he stirred in his sleep. Afraid to move, she didn't know what to do.
What if her caught her? Suddenly, she felt herself growing dizzy.
Jesus, Gloria what had you gotten yourself into this time? Her hands trembling, she watched as Mike slowly settled back to sleep. Thank God.
Breathing out slowly, she carefully lowered the sheet down onto Mike's hairy thighs leaving his impressive penis uncovered. Gently letting go of the sheet, she was moving her hand away when it accidentally brushed against the flaccid cock.
Sucking in a quick breath, she watched the soft rod of flesh wriggle slightly.
Looking up at Mike, she saw that he hadn't moved.
Growing braver, she lovingly ran her finger down the satiny smoothness of his big cock. Mike still didn't move. With the subject of a great deal of her thoughts yesterday and last night laying exposed, she ran her finger down the bulging barrel that ran all the way from his big balls up to the swollen, tapered head of the monster.
Mike slept on.
Still nothing happened, so she laid her small dainty hand down onto his cock, letting it rest on the hot, puffy flesh.
Anxiously glancing up at Mike's face, she saw that he was still asleep.
Knowing that she was playing with fire, she eased her fingers down around the thick, round shaft of his sleeping cock.
Holding the slumbering giant in her hand, she gently lifted it as she gave it a squeeze. This time she felt a tremble of response quiver through it.
Nervously, she sneaked a quick peek at Mike's face and saw no indication of consciousness. When she looked back down to his cock, to her amazement she saw that it was gradually growing.
She couldn't believe it. While Mike slept, she had coaxed his cock into life. Squeezing it a little harder, she felt it twitch.
This is crazy, she told herself, slowly releasing his cock as she gently laid it back down on his belly.
Just as she released it, she heard Mike groan. Stumbling back away from the bed, she was terrified as she watched Mike reach down and grab hold of his cock.
Whining something unintelligible, he began to roughly shuck his hand up and down his cock.
Sensing that it was only a matter of seconds before Mike woke up, Gloria flew across the room and out into the hallway. Spinning around to close the door, she got one last look at her son-in-law as he lay there beating his meat.
Quietly easing the door closed, she stopped and left it ajar a couple of inches.
Panting from her flight and near disaster, she stood just outside the door listening to Mike masturbate.
She was still feeling light headed as she listened to the sound of Mike's hand slapping against his belly.
Well, your life isn't quite as boring as it was yesterday, she told herself as her hand sneaked down inside her shorts.
Leaning over, she peeked in through the crack.
God, she thought as she watched Mike's hand flying up and down the colossus of a cock. The gigantic slab of meat had to be at least eight or nine inches long as Mike lay there with his head thrown back and his fist racing up and down the monster.
As she watched, she fingered her bulging clitoris. It had been a long time since anything this exciting had happened to her. Wickedly, she leered at Mike longingly.
Don't waste it, big boy, she silently shouted at him. Don't waste it. I have a place you can put it. God, was she going crazy? What was she doing?
Suddenly, she heard Mike groan loudly as his back arched thrusting his cock high into the air.
"Oh, My, God," she whispered, watching the first vulgar gob of gooey cum shoot out of his cock.
Incredulous, she watched the wad of thick, white jism fly up into the air and drop back down onto Mike's iron-hard belly.
Jerking her hand out of her shorts, she ran back to her bedroom. Rushing inside, she closed the door and stood there gasping.
"He just came. I can't believe it. I just watched my son-in-law jack off. And I caused it all."
Rushing into her bathroom, jerking her clothes off in the process, she hastily turned the shower on and stepped under the ice-cold spray of water.
"Holy Shit," she shivered, "this water is cold."
After several minutes under the cold shower, she finally stepped back out of the shower. The icy water had driven out the devil inside her. She was back in control again. Almost.
What was she doing, she asked herself as she slowly dressed again?
This game was getting a little too dangerous. What if she got caught? And why was she doing it? She was a happily married woman. Wasn't she?
But maybe she did need a little excitement in her life. And maybe Mike could be that excitement. But should she risk it? Risk everything for a little romp in the hay with a boy half her age? Her daughter's husband?
The juices were already starting to flow again as she thought about it. It was like a pot that was slowly reaching the boiling point and was ready to bubble over at any time.
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