My wife matured into an elegant and beautiful woman. She stayed skinny as a young girl, but she grew to six feet, two inches tall. Kissing her never p...ut a crick in my neck, because I was six feet, three inches, so we were on the same level.Beth had the tailor make her flight suit just a little tight across her chest, so her A+ Cup breasts thrust out impressively, when it was warm enough not to be swathed in a parka. Beth’s breasts were perfect as far as I’m concerned. They were cones, high on. I then tried to enter her mind like I did with her mother earlier to see what she was feeling it took a few tries, as I was not really practiced. I could see her mother standing stroking my dick and could feel anger and a little bit of excitement building in my wife. I cut off that anger and made her more excited and twice as horny then I left her mind. I was back looking at her mother who was still stroking me. I thought to her that she should say in a loud voice that she wanted my dick in. After she had finished straightening the bed there was a knock on the door of the bedroom. She heard the voice of one of her remaining floor mates say through the door, "Hey Sarah, can you come out here for a sec? I wanted to ask you about something." "Sure I will be right there, I'll bring my chemistry notes with me," Sarah replied. The girl, Stella, was constantly asking to copy her notes. Sarah grabbed the notes off of the bookshelf, heaved the heavy door open, and stepped into the hallway.. ’ Walking over Misha looked at Robin, his close friend for the whole of his life. He had guessed that he and his wife had not really taken to Suzanne, but hadn’t realised just how much they didn’t really like her. Looking back over the past year he now could see how much he had drifted away from his best friends, keeping away from situations that Suzanne might have made a scene in, or just spending their time together alone so that she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable not being the centre of his.