HE must be amazing in the sack. Milf sex That’s how it felt. I offered to prepare one of my favorite dishes A simple peasant meal that calls for fresh ingredients. I opened the button on her blouse and freeing her nipples from her bra, I gently licked her nipples. Her scent filled the room and my face was soaked with her nectar. I hardly knew her. I made the mistake of playfully suggesting that HE might be a SHE. Her clit called to me like an inviting blossom. “Nice” I commented as I tickled the dimple at the top of her ass. No madam, I did not. A side I haven’t seen often and one that would only reveal itself much later. It’s as if our communication was telepathic. She surveyed me with a mixture of shock and amusement. Then again, I was never that good at reading sexual cues. There’s another side to me. “As a matter of fact,” she added “There’s no daylight between thinking and doing.
