"Oh Mrs. Roy," he murmured as she covered his face with kisses, "you're so beautiful… I just can't help myself. It feels so good to put my arms around you."

Martha had not thought much yet about what was happening. She was just tipsy enough from the wine that she was more interested in the wanton feel of her lips on the boy's cheeks and neck and mouth than in the rights and wrongs of what was happening.

It seemed an incredible extension of her wanton daydreams. Suddenly, the boy who had been so kind to her at the gym was holding her and kissing her. He was telling her she was beautiful!

Martha's senses were overloaded! She could not fathom the wonder of what was happening. She did not want to. She wanted only to absorb everything she could from the moment. His mouth felt so good on her neck. He was making her break out in goosebumps that set up an answering tingle in her cunt! She felt so good! So good!

She felt hint reach inside the front of her dress and caress first one breast and then the other. For a moment, her conscience struggled to get a hold on things. But she worked eagerly to defeat her conscience. His tender caresses were so thrilling compared to her husband's usual rough assault. And he kept murmuring the sweetest things, about how good she felt, how much he was attracted to her. Not for a moment did she doubt the sincerity of anything the boy said. She needed too much to believe him!

"Ooohhh… Steve… I don't believe it! I don't believe how good I feel! I'm goosebumps all over! Mmmmm…"

Stew was elated. Things were going even better than he had hoped they might. With just a few kisses and caresses to incite her, Mrs. Roy was quivering putty in his hands! His cock was throbbing at the prospect of the forbidden treat that lay before him!

Her tits felt wonderful – so soft and firm under his touch as he forced his fingers inside her bra. The boy was intensely aroused though, and he was past the point of being content to stroke Mrs. Roy's tits. He was intrigued by thoughts of the pussy hiding underneath her green dress. He wondered if it was already hot and wet. He wanted to touch her smoldering snatch for himself. He wanted to savor the simmering aroma of her excitement.