Her little clitty leaking juice into her pantys.Smack, "Sevennnnn, Misssstressssss Mommy."I grinned to myself knowing it was only going to be one or t...wo moresmacks before she came.Smack, "Eight Miss, Mistress Mom, Mommy."Smack, "Unnnnngggggggggggggggg NiiiiiiiiiiiiineMisssssssssstresssssssssssMommmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." She began cummingin her pantys."Did I tell you, you could cum?" Smack, smack, smack.The phone upstairs began to ring. "Hold that thought," I told her. Thenpulled open a drawer. Instead of usually leaving it to my imagination as to what your sexy body looks like, this time there is no need for imagination. I enjoy seeing you in your bra, panties and stockings. All matching. You get me incredibly hard, thinking about having you dance for me as you slowly remove your bra. Then you sit down in my lap and let me first feel, then suck and lick on your gorgeous breasts and big nipples. You push back and release my cock from being restrained in my pants, allowing it to fully. It was a sharp contrast from the enthusiasm of my first three nights.I sat down cross-legged and faced her. I was a respectable distance away so she didn't feel threatened."I guess I'm not who you wanted tonight," I said."You're as big as Jake," she said. "Probably bigger because you're young."I stayed quiet. It felt like the right thing to do."Jake likes it rough," she finally said.I got it! She thought I would be too rough with her. She was nervous because she thought I fucked like my. Her final two months as Mrs. Greg could actually be the first two months of a permanent, possibly even official, Mrs. Greg. Can my life possibly stay as is, maintain the status quo? I really need time by myself to think through the future. The future of Laura, Dan and Greg is my next San Francisco assignment. Until then, decisions about the holidays loomed as current reality for Laura. “Greg, Baby, I really need to talk over some holiday plans with Dan. Do I have permission to have dinner.