.. cut, Greg. Every muscle on her body is perfect. And her movements are so fast and fluid, like she’s a dancer or a martial artist or something. Di...d you see how gracefully she moved? Even with all that ... rippling ... bulging ... muscle...”“I saw,” I sighed.“She would have destroyed you, Greg. I mean like, remember when she pinned you in wrestling tryouts like you were nothing? Like you were a ragdoll! And you were twice as big as her, and now she’s twice as big as you ... maybe bigger.”. I asked her if she wanted to wait a few or for me to keep going? She said she would kill me if I stopped now. I love a woman who knows what she wants.5pmI slowly undid her jeans and pulled her jeans off. There was a very damp spot on her panties. I pulled her jeans all the way off after kicking her sandals off. She was a dream just laying there in just her panties, which happen to match the earlier discarded bra (except for the wet spot of course). I took her panties off and had her role back. Two months after starting at XYZ I met Lois at the company picnic. She was a secretary in the sales department and I took a shine to her and started pestering her for a date. She finally gave in, we clicked and six months later we were married.The marriage was followed by two children, a boy and a girl, a three-bedroom house and two cars. In short, a typical middle class life. I had only been married to Lois a year before the truism that men tend to marry their mothers became apparent. Lois was. Mistress laughed back, and confirmed that we were thoroughly enjoying ourselves.Knowing someone was there seemed to turn Mistress on, because she started ramming faster, and since the charade was up, I did not hold back my expressions of pleasure. All of a sudden, we hear an "Oh my God!" from the other direction, causing us both turn our heads.It seemed that in our passion, the shower curtain had slipped over, not coming all the way open, but open enough that there was no doubt to anyone.