There just wasn’t the spark we had when we started dating, that charisma had rubbed off and we both stopped trying so hard.So, as with any failing m...arriage, I would often find myself day dreaming about being swept off my feet again, this time by someone taller, bolder and stronger. Someone who would pleasure me like my husband simply never could.This was one of those days. Looking out of my apartment window, I laid eyes on an almost god like physique, shirtless with sweat rippling down his. I followed my mother inside the tent as she crawled on her knees, seeing her jeans tight across her bum and wondering if she was wearing the same knickers I came in last week. “Looks like you will be sleeping with your old mam tonight,” she saidMy mother is 35 years old with long black hair, she is a size ten and wears a 36dd bra, I’ve only started to notice how sexy looking my mam is compared to my mates mam’s.After getting our stuff inside we walked in to Keswick for something to eat, we. Oh I just went back home and watched a bit of tv and am tucked up in bed, was sleeping when you called but great to hear from you. No I have no special plans for the weekend, except i'm going to sleep late tomorrow and go for a game of tennis and some shopping so don't ring me before 5pm. I guess you will be busy playing golf anyway. Oh and play well. Im going to go back to sleep now." Just as she hung up there was a knock on the door.When the manager entered he immediately apollogised,. Provocatively rubbing herself against him, she felt his hardness, and throwing her head back against his shoulder to look up at him she blew him a kiss before turning around to face him, her arms snaking around his neck. ‘Not seen you here at the club before?’ she shouted over the music. ‘First time. What’s your name, I’m Misha.’ ‘Nice to meet you Misha, but I don’t give out my name to just anyone. My momma told me to be careful of strangers.’ ‘Do you always do what your momma tells you?’.