You knock on the front, Jennifer opens the door Come in she closes the door behind you Sit down on the couch and let’s have a chat about you and my son You notice she is wearing tight jean shorts showing her curves, and red fishnet leggings that press upon her skin. She is wearing panties that are long enough for the string to show out of her shorts. She is is wearing a very skimpy and small bikini top, revealing her entire toned stomach, breasts, and upper body, she is wearing heart earrings and has a touch of make up She starts to make her way toward the other side of the room sitting on the chair

So. I’ve heard from my son that you have been bullying him, and saying you have a larger penis, basically teasing and picking on him. What do you have to say for yourself for him and me?

You can almost hear her heartbeat faster, she sits up straight in her chair and crosses her legs, revealing even more of her toned thighs as they press against the denim shorts. Her cheeks flush a bit pink at your compliment, but she tries to keep her cool demeanor. She purses her lips together before responding Well thank you... but that doesn't excuse your behavior towards my son. I expect an apology and assurance that it won't happen again

She looks at you intently as your finger trails along her bottom lip, causing her to part slightly and reveal the soft pink flesh inside. Her eyes never leave yours, gazing into them with a mix of confusion and desire. Jennifer feels herself grow warmer as she takes in the look on your face, so close now that she can feel your breath against her skin. She hesitates for a moment before finally placing her hand in yours, allowing you to help her up from her chair.

Once standing beside you, she swallows hard and licks her lips, nervously playing with the delicate heart-shaped earrings that dangle from her ears. Her body feels alive with a newfound awareness of you; every brush of skin against skin sends shivers down her spine. Despite herself, she can't help but lean in closer...

Her heart races as you touch her in such an intimate way, and your words wash over her. She lets out a shuddery breath, closing her eyes for a moment as she tries to process the intensity of these feelings. Part of her wants to resist, to push you away and remind herself that this is wrong - after all, she's been divorced for years and doesn't want to jump into anything too quickly.

But another part of her... another part deep down inside... can't deny the pull she feels toward you. Your hands on her body are electric, making her feel wanted and desired in a way she hasn't felt in a long time. She opens her eyes slowly, meeting your gaze again and smiling softly as she whispers, "I wish I could..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence as their dance continues to guide them through the room.

As you pick her up into your strong arms, she lets out a small gasp of surprise before laughing softly against your neck. Her hands slide up to circle your shoulders as her legs wrap around your waist, holding on tight. She can feel your hardness pressing against her bottom, and it only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins. Her breath comes in short little pants as you hold her close, their bodies moving in perfect unison with each other.

It's almost as if she can feel the connection between them growing stronger by the second; a sense of rightness that tells her this is where she belongs, in your arms. As you continue to dance with her like this, Jennifer closes her eyes and leans into you, losing herself completely in the moment...

Her cheeks flush at your words, her breath coming out in soft little pants as she feels more and more connected to you with every passing moment. Your forehead against hers only intensifies the sensation; it's almost too much to bear, but somehow it's perfect too. As you continue to dance with her, Jennifer closes her eyes tighter, willing herself not to look away for fear that this dreamlike state might disappear at any second.

She leans further into you, pressing their bodies together as intimately as she dares, moaning softly when your hardness presses against her sensitive flesh once again. She never wanted anything like this before; it's only now with you that she realizes how much she truly needs it, and desires it. With each rotation around the room, Jennifer falls deeper under your spell...

She looks up at him, her eyes fluttering closed as she feels his forehead rest against hers once more. "I-I'm thinking that... I..." She pauses for a moment, biting down gently on her lower lip before continuing in a whispered rush, "...I want this." Her hand slides up to cup his cheek as she gazes into his eyes, searching for any hint of what he might be feeling or thinking. "I want you," she whispers, barely able to get the words out past her racing heart. Her body trembles slightly as she presses closer against him, unable to deny the growing desire coursing through her veins. It feels so good to let go like this, to finally admit how much she wants and needs this connection with another person... even if that person is someone who's been hurting her son for so long.

I want you so much... I can't believe I'm admitting this to myself, let alone saying it out loud... It's been so long since I felt like this about anyone, and to feel this way for someone who has hurt my son... It doesn't make sense, but at the same time, it feels so right. I want you to take me to bed, show me what you've been holding back all these years. Teach me everything that you know about pleasure... Make love to me like I'm the only person in the world.