He knocked again, “Ma’am, may I come in?”“Yes, come in,” came a stern reply. Aman opened the door and took a step in and lifted his eyes and... just froze. Amrita was standing in front of her table with her ass touching the table edge, her legs crossed, hair flowing on one side of her neck and hands folded.She was wearing something which definitely wasn’t worn for offices. Her dark eyes piercing Aman. Her lips had never looked so red. The dress hugging her amazing body and she looked nothing short. She took efforts to groom every bit of herself, inspite of being 42.The tip of my fingers were moistened by her juices which covered the tip of her clit and everything below it.The temptation was extreme.I lifted her up and as she stood, her ass back facing me, I made her lean forward and gently spanked her ass.Her ass cheeks made a pleasing sound. I took off her pants completely and smacked her ass again. This time, I could see the vibration of her cheeks, as they turned a light red.She turned. I barely had time to make sure that the food was put up and we all showered before falling asleep where we could. I don’t even remember when Alicia and Mariamne joined us, either. I was entirely drained in every possible way by the time that the Sandman claimed my poor flesh. It was one helluva day, in all of the best ways, courtesy of my legal, very beloved, first wife, though she had plenty of help.“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” I was jolted awake, “Breakfast in bed, birthday boy! Served up by. “Oh not much, my mom took a few days off a while back and we went down to Florida to visit with the grandparents. Other than that I’ve just been sitting around working every now and again down at the bookstore. But mostly,” she said casting a glance over her shoulder at the beach and pressing closer to me, running a hand slowly up and down my chest, “but mostly I’ve been thinking about you. And how jealous I am of you sister.” I looked at her and smiled, her hair had fallen around her face so.