“Sorry” she said as she opened the door, “I wasn’t expecting you so early, come on in”I walked in and she kindly showed me into the lounge, ...“How do you like your coffee?” she asked.“White with two” I said as I made myself comfortable and she disappeared into the kitchen.I have to say that Jane looked a bit ragged, she must have been in her mid to late 40’s, her short hair was dyed black and there were visible signs of greying.She had an old tee shirt that she obviously slept in and the lack of. As Jenny sucked those big tits Barbara was removing Jenny’s bottoms. She unsnapped Jenny’s short shorts and pulled on each side as they fell down over her young, soon to be lover’s hips and thighs. Jenny kept sucking on Barb’s nipples and sort of wiggled her ass as the jeans slowly fell to the floor. Now the only thing Jenny had remaining on her perfect body was her flowered panties.Finally Barbara pulled Jenny’s head off of her big nipples and stood arm’s length away from her. She looked Jenny. Training till just before Christmas in 1963 there was no chance of pussy, but once Christmas was over I had time to kill as I had a thirty day leave prior to a two year tour to Japan. Mom and I regenerated our relationship, but of course by late January I was off to Japan. Japanese women were fabulous, easy to love and taught me more about sex than I could believe. I was sad when only five months later I was transferred to Okinawa 900 miles away. Okinawa is officially Japan, but the women are. Mom is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen and she loves sex, especially the way I give it to her. She is totally in love with me and devoted to me and will do absolutely anything for me. Maybe that's the problem. After a few weeks I began to feel she was clinging. She had shrunk her entire world to me. Seeing me, touching me, feeling me, being with me, making love to me -- I was being smothered. Maybe at that point I began to realize what those boyfriends of hers had gone through..