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LOST AND FOUND

... time to go!” she stated bluntly after glancing at her watch. “Trish, I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m sorry.” I said feebly. “No, you didn’t offend me it’s just time to stop talking, OK?” She had reached into her handbag and withdrew a lipstick tube, and proceeded to apply the ‘reddest’ of Red to her beautiful mouth. Memories flooded my senses. She had already signed the check, and we were on the way to the car. I was sure I had said something quite offensive to her but I couldn’t for the life of me imagine what it was. As we stood side by side at the curb waiting for the car to be delivered, without saying anything, she turned to face me, and said, “Would you please kiss me now?” I turned toward her, held her face in both hands, and kissed her ever so lightly on her lips. She tasted like strawberry and vanilla mixed together, it was delicious. She said, “Could I have a real kiss? I’m not your Mother!” I leaned back in, and gave her a kiss that was meant for lovers, that we were not. Her lips responded to mine, open mouthed, tongues dancing in exploration, with deep passion. I could taste the wine on her tongue. I hadn’t had a kiss like that in many years. All the time her fragrance permeated our union. I’m not sure whether it was her luxurious hair, her perfume, or just her normal scent, but it was intoxicating. As we broke the kiss, she caught her breath and said, “Now that’s the kiss I remember.” There’s something about a kiss that just breaks down any barriers and excites ...

... just raw passion. I said, “Me too.” She giggled and went into her bag and retrieved a Kleenex and proceeded to wipe the lipstick from all around my mouth, and she reapplied hers. As we drove, we sat in silence. I was still tasting that wonderful kiss. The depth of my mind was once again replaying that encounter long ago, never forgotten, maybe found. I noticed that her skirt had ridden up her thighs and the tops of her stockings were very visible. So was the garter belt clips holding them up. Then I knew that this was a woman most men would die for. She was beautiful. Long, luxurious silken hair, certainly a great body, long sexy legs, with excellent taste in everything she does. She reminded me of what men thought of when they used the term MILF. Reality stormed in like a hurricane. I was still 12 years older than her. My mind flashed back to that one night we had together and I replayed every single thing we did to each other, as best as I could recall, and my ‘under control’ cock started to rise to the occasion. ‘Oh Oh, I thought, watch it, she’s not 18 anymore, and not naïve either. It would not be wise to ruin a beautiful evening now.’ We pulled up a driveway to this very lovely single f****y home in a very conservative neighborhood. “This is home” she said, “I hope you like it.” We went in through the side door into a gourmet kitchen. Wow, this could have come out of Architectural Digest. “Very nice”, I said,” very nice indeed”. “I always wanted a home that looked like ...