If you haven’t read the first encounter where I met Mrs. Peterson, my mothers life-long best friend, and a second mother to me, at a swingers club where we ended up hooking up, then you have to stop reading now and [check it out to get the proper context for this post.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g68taz/that_time_i_28f_ran_into_and_ended_up_fucking_my/)
The second encounter with Mrs. Peterson happened about a week and a half later. It was late on a Thursday night, and I got a Facebook message from her. She was straight to the point and asked if Alex was still out of town. I replied that he was and would be for several more days. A few minutes later my phone buzzed with her reply, and when I opened the message, I completely lost my ability to think. There on my screen, right in front of my face, was a fairly well-framed selfie of Mrs. Peterson wearing a black leather harness that framed her tits with the lines of the straps causing you to focus your gaze on her crotch. There in the center was a bright silver ring that framed her pussy lips perfectly. Making things even hotter was the shiny black thigh-high, lace-up boots that made her already long legs even sexier.