With our lips still locked together she began to grip my dick through my jeans, sending a jolt up my spine, she began to reach up to my zip and undid ...it, pulling my cock from out of my boxers, she started to jerk me off. I was in heaven, she had perfect technique, almost as though she was masturbating rather than wanking someone else off. I began to reciprocate the foreplay and began to caress her breasts, they were perfect and fit exactly into my hands. After a while I began to move my hand. I found out from her face book page that she had a college student son named Eddie.I didn’t form any opinions about Maurine based on her social media profiles. I wanted to keep an open mind about her. I told myself it was the fair thing to do.I arrived in the area of her house at about 6:45. Ordinarily I would head directly for her house. Since she had to come home from work, then make herself ready for a dinner party, I knew better than to rush over.What I did was stop at a convenience store. We were telling stories from our jobs and laughing like old friends when the door opened, and Josephine came in with her arms loaded down with bags. She went straight to the kitchen with them and set them on the counter. A minute later she came back into the living room with a glass of wine and announced that dinner was here.I helped the girls by setting the table while they unpacked the bags of take-out Italian. There was a bowl of salad, garlic bread and another bowl of spaghetti and Italian. ”“I mean my bedroom, not this one.”“No.”“Tell your Father that I want an undertaking that all my things are put back in their proper place, in our bedroom, and that these petty games of his will cease immediately. Then and only then will I consider talking to him.”“OK.”Another pause. Then another timid knock.“Dad says OK.”“I’ll be down in five minutes. I expect a cup of tea ready for me.”“OK.”She thought for a moment. She had regained a certain equilibrium at John’s house and in his peaceful.