Her husband wasprobably an insurance salesman from Riverside CA or something like that. Hewas most likely in the casino or back in some hotel room wit... a hookergetting laid."Can I refill your drink?" he asked"Sure, why not?" she said.Dan refilled her glass, "Here you go. I'm Dan," he said as he pointed to hisname tag, "Let me know if you need anything.She looked up and smiled, "OK Dan, thanks. By the way I'm Rita," she said.She gave him a weak smile and wondered why she hadn't met someone like. That’s better. I then forcefully bob your head up and down on my stiff dick. “That’s better, yes, fuck my dick with your mouth” “you want my cumm?” I hear you murmur incoherently. “what?” I pull your mouth off of me, and you say ‘yes’ in between panting breaths. “You want to taste it?” I reach down and twist your left nipple hard.. you moan loudly, but hear me ask: “do you?!” you mutter: “yes!, please!” I nod and allow you to continue to worship my throbbing fuck stick. You suck fast and. From that day I had decided to have pooja in my bed at any cost. Days passed by & nothing was happening between us. They were more of a recluse. Then I decided that it was enough. I decided to make the first step. Her husband used to leave the house by 10 am every morning, appx the same time I leave, but his returning time was never fixed. That’s when I thought I can win her. One day when I got back from work I saw pooja standing near the balcony looking really depressed. I immediately looked. And saw my mother has already got up….then I glanced at the clock….and it read 11:05….I headed down to the kitchen to see my mother in a bathrobe making some tea…, I pulled a chair out and sat down on the dining table….”I could use some of that”…my mother turned around….”good morning to you too sleepy head…..”..”not going to work today?”…..my other smiles with her blue eyes flashing at me….as she keeps a cup in front of me and sits down next to me….”no decided to take that day off and spend it.