Jane had a week to find another job before she was out of work. This would really fuck her husband up now, she thought, he would go spare when he foun... out. She wondered whether dropping her knickers for her boss would be a good idea right now. She parked the thought. She did however, text Matt to let him know her predicament, even though there was nothing he could do. It was just a reassuring shoulder to cry on, so to speak.During the next two days Jane busied herself by browsing the internet. The hot wife looked up at her neighbor as she remained on her knees, "Please don't...” as she again tried to stand up. "What?" the horny old neighbor asked. "Phil, please don't," Katie begged. "Why shouldn't I?" laughed Phil, "You avoid me like the plague even after the moments we've shared." The married wife looked up at his chubby face, "Phil, please...." "Please? You don't want your family and neighbors to know what a slut you are for my cock. You don't want your future employer to know. After that mom ordered me to go outside and herself also went out side to sense the situation. Then she headed towards toilet seat and after using that came to me and instructed me to keep a close vigil on Kamal. She instructed me if I see Kamal coming towards our home then I should just call her from the window of Kitchen "Mummy" without making much noise. I nooded in affirmative but deep down in my heart I was aware of the fact that mom will be fucked by this Punjabi inside the kitchen.. I sucked on it like the porn slut sucked on her man's cock. My middle finger found her asshole and circled around it. I felt her hand go down my sweatpants and hold my cock as she began to orgasm. As her body shook, I felt warm pussy liquid streaming down my fingers. I pinched her nipple with my teeth. She yelled out “Oh, Brian!” as she squeezed my hardened cock. The vibrator suddenly became too much for her and she threw it to the ground. She pulled her hand out of my pants and laid there.