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Shoulder to cry on

Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Mature, Oral Sex, Author: Ren Dhark, Rating: 92.2, Source: sexstories.com

tapering off. I kept my eyes fixed on the TV, while focussing on her smooth feet. I don't remember being aroused at this point, just pleasantly relaxed. And then Lynn finally seemed to become aware of my efforts. After a silence, which must have dragged on for 4-5 minutes, and was just beginning to alarm me, she said - with a sigh - "I can't even remember the last time Paul touched my legs." Now, I can be a bit dense where women's signals are concerned. And maybe I was jumping the gun in a big way. But I focussed on just one word of her statement. "Legs". You see - my hands had never left her feet and ankles. I just didn't have the courage. But now, I eagerly pounced on the word "legs" and decided it had to be an invitation. So I smiled, muttered something about "What a waste!" And let one hand roam up her leg - all the way to her knee. While the other hand kept making love to her feet. And now - as I enjoyed the smooth silky-ness of Lynn's legs - I started getting hard. I casually moved one of Lynn's legs away from my growing bulge, and continued my efforts. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Lynn had closed her eyes. Her mouth was slightly open, and there seemed to be a slight smile around the corners of her mouth. Maybe it was just hormones, but the dumpy little housewife had magically transformed into a desirable woman under my gentle hands. I wondered, what it would feel like to kiss those inviting lips. All memory of my wife had fled my mind. Replaced with a ... growing desire for this middle-aged woman, in her ratty bath-robe. A robe, which was still demurely covering her privates, although the top had bulged a little - allowing me to admire the swell of one breast - almost to the nipple. Caution and self-restraint dissipated. I lifted one of Lynn's legs, and gently kissed the side of her foot. No reaction. Encouraged, I continued to kiss first the sole and then the top of her foot. I ran my tongue along the side, popped her big toe into my mouth, and sucked gently. Was that a soft sigh? I lowered her leg, and lifted the other one. Causing her bathrobe to fall open, and giving me my first look at Lynn's bush and a glimpse of her snatch. I froze, and held my breath. Lynn's eyes remained closed, and her breathing steady. I was jubilant! For the next few minutes, - as I continued to kiss, lick, and caress Lynn's legs and feet, my eyes were glued to what I could see of her pussy. As I slowly worked my way up her thighs, she moved one leg, placed her foot on my bulge and moved it back and forth. I had been leaking for a while now, but her foot caused a gush of pre-cum, which turned my jocks into a sticky mess. My hand reached up, I undid the belt of her bathrobe, and pushed it to the sides. There she lay - to the left of me. One leg in my lap. The other cocked, leaning against the back of the sofa, foot resting on my throbbing bulge. Her 32D breasts were practically screaming at me to do something with them. Her slight belly had become ...