I don’t know how long it took, but it was sometime later. Perhaps for both of us! Milf sex I could do this forever. I lost track of who I was, and where I was, and what I was doing. I met her at work. A new smell pervades our bed. It is the scent of arousal, but had I not known it would have driven me to rut anyway. I would give. She will pause, though, for the three-point-five seconds it takes us to relocate her panties from her waist to the end of the bed. We were having an offsite meeting, and through the course of the day we’d related well; our ideas meshing and our support for each other evident. Without teasing, a finger penetrates her outer lips and passes into the warm and wet tunnel within – the arch in her back now giving her body away as the entire focus of her life reduces to what pleasure we may be able to share.
