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Making the milf list 4

Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 96, Source: xHamster

we were too still too young, but so were a lot of the soldiers in Afghanistan, which is just bullshit. "Sonny? Sonny? Where is your mind?" Mrs. Honeywell held the glass of wine out to me. My mind had been elsewhere. But it was time to play the gambit. I took the wine and smiled. Mrs. Honeywell was a big woman, not big boned but big, tall with broad shoulders but with a narrow waist which made her average sized hips look broad and her huge tits look humongous. Her ass though was unbelievable; it was a tapering ass which made her legs appear to be extensions of her back. Her hips were flared but barely though her narrow waist accentuated that. The profile of her ass, however, told a different story. When she stood straight, her ass curved pleasingly, the small of her back curved in and her broad shoulders completed the profile. I sipped from the wine glass and set it down. I stared into the rose color liquid hard, like I was struggling with something. I guess I was. I felt nervous, anxious. Mrs. Honeywell waited on me, sipping several times from her glass while she did. Finally I looked up into her big smiling eyes. "Mrs. Honeywell, can I talk to you about something that is, er, personal?" The happy glint in her eyes dimmed down several factors of intensity by worry. "Of course, Sonny. What is on your mind? Is something wrong?" "Ah, well, sort of, Mrs. Honeywell, it is about, er . . . ." I stopped all together, stalling. My reluctance was real. Except for the fact I wanted to ... talk about it with her, wanted to get the subject open it was still exceedingly difficult to discuss sex with a woman. "Yes?" She said, prompting. "Well, sex." I said finally. "I need to discuss sex and, and, and relationships. But this is mostly about sex, I think but maybe not." I stopped again. Despite the fact I was working her, finding the right words was not simple which matched the situation perfectly, so being tongue-tied did not bother me. If I was a young man in over his head and looking for advice, being tongue tied would be perfectly normal and she would never suspect I was working to get her naked. Maybe she hoped, but she would not suspect me which would make things easier, at least I hoped so. Everybody does things better if they think it is their idea. "Sex is important to us living, breathing humans, Sonny. What in particular has you bothered?" "Well, I have gotten involved with someone and, well it is complicated." "Does she already have a boyfriend?" "Well, no, but yes really. Not a boyfriend so much as a . . . something else." I could not say 'husband' yet. "What else? A girlfriend?" Mrs. Honeywell smiled then sobered when I did not deny it. I decided on a different tactic. "Mrs. Honeywell, do you think that married women always have to have sex with their husbands?" Now she did sober. I had said the word and she pounced on it. "Is this woman in your life married?" I nodded, looking down at my wine in gleeful shame. I gulped some more of it. "What do you ...