Changing into a pair of sweatpants and a ’T’, I hastily returned to the kitchen.A few hours later, all the cookies were baked, cooling on rack aft...r rack.“Thanks so much for the help, Hun,” she said as she kissed me quickly. “Now, I’m going to go shower! Thanks to you, I‘m a few hours ahead of the plan!” she added as she disappeared down the hallway.It was almost no time at all until I heard the water running in the shower and I took an inventory on the cookies. I saw there were chocolate chip,. There was always something odd about this place, she remembered it freaking her out when she was younger and it still had a bit of a hold over her now.Ancient burial sites, unexplained deaths, missing people; this place had it all. But that was mostly just kids’ stories, trying to scare each other and coming up with any old crap. She was old enough now to know better. Not that it made it any easier as she slowly climbed the small stone steps into the building."Hi!" she began with a friendly. In the other room, I knew that my wife will give him a superb time, as she was a cock-worshipper.I hugged the Marathi wife and started to kiss her. She reciprocated with equal lust. My cock started to grow. She was quick to notice that and without wasting a second, she pulled it out and held it in her hand.Immediately, she knelt and started sucking my erect cock. Oh God, I thought my wife gave great blowjobs but this Maharashtrian woman was an expert. She was licking the tip, sucking the head. As Ron steppedthrough the door, Pat gave him a firm shove, stepped back inside, andlocked the door behind him. Mary applauded, the rest of the barresponded in boisterous laughter.Pat berated himself for his apparent cowardice, looked at Mary and withan apologetic expression and said, "Some people might call me a cowardfor not fighting him. As a kid, I was involved with a lot of fights.But I stopped when we reached the age where a fight could cause moredamage than a black eye or bloody nose. .