Her tits are pouring out of her skin tight dress and she keeps talking about how handsome you are. She asks if you mind all her dates lately, but you tell her you don’t mind at all..except for a little jealousy. Jealousy?" she asks, "why are you jealous? Because I still love you sweetie…jealous of the time I spend with them? Oh, well I didn’t know you wanted to spend more time with me…oh, the intimate time? Oh, sweetie, I don’t know if that’s appropriate…" but you push it further, watching her hand graze across her chest, the way she crosses and uncrosses her stockinged legs…and tell her that you find her attractive, that you think about the way she goes out on dates when she’s all dressed up, and you have…fantasies.
You can tell she’s squirming a bit, uncomfortable and intrigued by this admission. You know she’s liking all the attention, so you get a little closer, reaching out to touch her…the second she starts to breath heavier, move a little closer, you know what’s going to happen. She’s giving in, letting you touch her, reaching out to touch you, grab the zipper of your pants…she wants you. You want her. It doesn’t take but a minute before she’s on her knees, lavishing your thick, hard cock with attention before laying back and begging you to fuck her, to fill her with your cum