MILF THREESOME(2)

He had come out to the picnic area to rub one off.

admitted it. We talked a little longer about his virginal status. Listening to him talk about his unfulfilled yearnings was turning me on. It reminded me of the days when my husband courted me, how he would take me on long walks by the pier and we would make out.

I wanted to feel that way again, even if it was just for a few minutes and even if those few minutes were a lie. I had no business thinking what I was thinking but that didn't quell the thoughts. The more I tried to fight the wicked notions, the more persistent they were.

Maybe the only way to kill the craving was to satisfy it. There was just enough light that I could see the bulge in Cyrus' pants. I wondered what would happen if I just reached out and touched it.

I couldn't be that brash about it. If it were back in my day, I simply would have ripped my clothes off and shoved my big jugs in his face. I was the coach's wife now with an image to maintain. I had to