The house is silent, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator. The MILF's breath hitches as she listens, her body already responding to the illicit thoughts running through her mind. She slips a hand beneath her silky nightgown, her fingers finding the wet heat between her legs. She's not alone in her wakefulness, she realizes, as a shadow moves in the doorway. Her heart races, but she doesn't stop. Instead, she beckons the shadow closer, her eyes gleaming with invitation. This is going to be a very good night indeed.