Mrs. Patron and I went to the country club, and then I spent the night with her. She is an amazing woman; we have sex, and it is very fulfilling sex, ...but what we really share is as much a mental exchange. I don’t quite know how to explain. I am not even sure how we fell into whatever relationship we have.” “Baby, I think that woman has done wonders for your outlook. I admire the hell out of her. When I am sixty I may look for a thirty something bright guy to mentor the way she has you.” “Mentor. The room was pleasantly warm, dark and silent. As he came near the bed he moved to the window side where she always slept and gently took her foot, which was sticking out of the covers and dropped to his knees and gently touched her foot, which was exposed. He began to rub then lick, kiss and suck her foot and toes. She let out a sigh and faked sleeping anticipating what would happen next. He slowly removed the covers and she turned her on her stomach. He found the foot cream on the night. Let me explain… I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart for over 25 year now. I was attracted to her immediately when we met. I was only 15, she was 16. Overly infatuated with huge breasts since the start of puberty, another life long obsession that still is in the forefront of my mind, virtually 24/7. Certainly an addiction and hopelessly addicted to sex and big tit porn…but I digress – that’s a story for another day. Back to the thought at hand, again, very instantly attracted to my. "Yes, I was beginning to wonder when this would come up. We already know about the babies. They will be fine as soon as you give birth. We will rule the world and you will be queen until your child is of age to rule or you die." He sounded so full of himself. I was getting more and more sick so I recommenced my attempts to escape. They were futile until I felt the bindings disappear altogether. Was that me or did they finally release me? I got up and sprinted to the bathroom. I was barely in.