-headed to the bedroom.

Jane kicked off her shoes and sat Leon down on his double-bed. Again she reached both hands her head but this time Leon heard a zipper, and Mona's lime-green dress slipped off revealing her lacy black bra and panties. Leon felt a rise in his pants when she knelt down and peeled off stockings, her cleavage in greater view.

She stood up and turned around, her fingers now unclasping her bra. For the first time Leon saw it, a faint seam running down her back. Jane turned her head and followed his eyes.

"Would you?" she asked in Mona's pleading way. Much obliged Leon stood up and felt the back of her back with his fingers looking... for what? There! A zipper almost invisible and unlike the one on her dress. He pulled it down slowly, savouring this moment, and Jane sighed in relief as he pulled it down revealing her true freckled skin under Mona's unblemished one.

Jane pulled on the fingers on one hand and her skin just slipped off. Herself from the waist up she untangled her other arm from the Mina suit and pushed it down revealing her buttocks. Leon wanted than ever ever to cup them, instead he helped her pull the skin down her legs, her foot getting stuck in a stubborn fold before slipping free.

At last Jane was out of the Mona skin and she turned around and Leon saw his boss naked, the older woman above him at work who made all the decisions, who cautioned him once on missing a deadline and who invited to take part in those team-building exercises. The formal woman who was on apparently strained terms with her daughter and who lacked a life outside the office. But she was also the girl he bumped into six months ago, the cute girl who danced even when the music stopped playing, the cute girl wearing glasses who laughed and bawled at any joke or sad story. She was older sure , her hairs long and red instead of black and bobbed, her face was more lined, her breasts a little saggier and her skin freckled instead of fair. But she was still the same woman.

Leon couldn't remember the point when he took his clothes off but he would never forget lifting her in his arms and throwing her onto the bed. She shrieked in alarm and meant to get up, but his head was down on her crotch licking and kissing. Her panic subsided and she moaned and stroked his head, her fingers twining in his blonde hair.

His kisses travelled upwards, over her navel and onto her breasts. In spite of being thirteen years older than him and having raised a child by herself she kept her body in remarkable shape. His tongue found her right nipple and froze her in ecstasy. Staring at the ceiling she could only blindly reach for his penis. She caught it with her right hand. Hot, hard and oh so familiar she guided it to her vagina as he pulled up and tenderly kissed her neck and ear. His right hand wafted through her long red hair and she felt him enter inside her.

At last his lips met hears and they kissed all over , stopping little to breath. He thrusted once and she moaned. He didn't stop. Nothing could stop him. His hands help him stay upright and he clenched back and forth. Her moaning burst into a cry with every thrust until she held on him as he went faster and faster. Mona would smile at him her innocent blue eyes. Jane just looked at him, grey eyes focused. Soon he couldn't hold it in any more. He blew and she felt it. His warm fluid felt like bliss. Spent, Leon rolled over holding Jane. She lay exhausted on top of him, her red hair a mess.

They were sweaty, sticky, exhausted and very much in love.

Jane knew. Leon knew. They hadn't used protection and she wasn't on the pill. In three months there would likely be another surprise. But for now they lay. After they washed up Leon helped Jane back into the Mona skin and wound up making love again just afterwards.