We worked side-by-side, five days a week for the whole time, except for her annual leave, and we told each other all sorts of things about ourselves. Then, it occurred to me, I’m looking at a woman old enough to be my mother, and undressing her with my eyes. Milf sex Most of them had their husbands or boyfriends with them, as well. I’m sure I’ll be in good hands.”
“Come on,” Lauren said, smiling, as she took my right arm, and we headed for the door. “I think so,” I answered, feeling the pleasure building up, the storm clouds of my own orgasm gathering in the distance. One was a middle-aged male nurse who did permanent night shift, and the other was the gardener/handyman. Lauren put her hands around my waist, linking them at the back, resting her pelvis against me, and said, “A girl appreciates it when a man takes his time,” then she smiled her ironic, mischievous smile again, and with a little tilt of her head, added, “Are you going to undress me, or do
