“Are you okay?” she asked, a look of mild concern on her face.“I guess,” was my unconvincing reply.“Why don’t you get into bed and you can... tell me all about it.”Suddenly the thought of being next to this beautiful woman and having someone to talk to about things seemed a whole lot more appealing than the cold of a New York December night, however good the cigar was.I climbed into the bed next to Hannah, and she asked, “So honey, what are you thinking? What is it you saw or heard that’s given. "I looked up at the girl; she was a fraction shorter than my daughter, with long, curly black hair and slightly Hispanic features. She was dressed in a tube top and mini-skirt, and anyone could see that she had a beautiful body, although her breasts were very small."Hi, Victoria, glad you could come over, why don't you sit down." Thanks," she replied and sat on the couch opposite me. As she did, the skirt rode up and revealed most of her tanned, muscular thighs. Cheryl sat next to her, with one. The rest of the day was a blur. I wanted him so fucking bad. Was I really going to do this? I had not had sex with anyone but my husband for five months. The condom thing gave me confidence to go ahead. I was giddy that I was going to get to fuck him again. I knew he wanted me. He loved my body. He said I was the best he ever had. I was 44 and he was 28 and we were a perfect match. He loved my big tits and my ass. He said he couldn't believe how tight my pussy was. It was finally 5pm and I left. I saw how Dad looked at you during the move today. The stolen hugs and kisses and the odd tit feel. I’m sure he’s falling in love with you.”“And I’m falling in love with Scott too. You know, our astrological forecast has your dad and I having a long, long hot, and steamy relationship and marriage with multiple partners the same as yours and Brad’s is forecasting.”“Maybe that’s why you and I will get along so well. We are basically the same kind of woman only with a few years apart in age,” Abby.