Being the 'dirty old man' that I am (I have been a DOM since I was thirteen) and being as turned on by heels as I am, I would normally have approached... her. Hitting on a married woman has never been a problem for me, but even I have to draw the line somewhere and a married woman with a child in tow just had to be off-limits. But (there is always a 'but' - isn't there?) I was not about to deprive myself of the visual experience so when she left Penny's I followed at what I thought was a discrete. Recognizing it, out lips move off each other’s skin and onto each other’s mouths. With fervor, our tongues press together, massaging, enveloping, tasting. The cock, which was revealed to you for the first time just moments before, now is slowly hidden again. In its home. In my lover. Amid a chorus of moaning and heavy breathing, you lower onto my cock slowly – becoming one in such an insatiable unity of body, heart and mind. Your pussy wraps tightly around my cock sending shivers of pleasure. He introduced her as Mrs. Davis. Mrs. Davis first question was "Are you going to buy the boat Matt?" Matt told her no that he could not afford it or the upkeep but I was part of the family now and then introduced me. We talked for a few minutes and I found out that at one time they had been neighbors owning the farm to the west of April and Robin's farm. They talked about the families and both said they were sorry to hear about the deaths of their loved ones.When we started to look at the boat. "You're not hiring, are you mister?"I felt bad for her."No, but I will buy you lunch in exchange for an interview."Her defenses started to raise."I don't know mister, you're not some kind of pervert, are you?"I grinned to lessen her fears."Nope. Even worse, I'm a writer. Right now I'm doing a book on relationships. Too bad you're not married."Her eyes blazed."Am too married. For almost a year." Where's your ring?"She blushed a little."Don't have one, we couldn't afford it. But he's gonna get me.