But I was stopped by her and she asked me to come in. On enquiry I came to know that they had a fight and her husband had assaulted her. It was very s...ocking as I never saw such a person in Rohit.I headed towards kitchen and made a cup of coffee for both of us. That rascal had left to his work after creating such a havoc. On the other side Shweta could not stop weeping. I had no option but to get closer to her. I held her head and wiped her tears. I tried to scratch her head slowly so that she. The bug (a beautiful and completely harmless Christmas beetle) dropped out of her hair and on to the towel, right on top of her left breast. When she saw it she froze, she stood there petrified, then threw the towel off as if it was on fire and as it fell to the ground she stamped on it. Then she shivered, did a little shimmy-shake and frowned. She looked like she had eaten a very sour lemon. "Ughh," she said. I'm almost embarrassed to say that I was both stunned and over joyed at my good luck. “Well when I got in and as usual, he had coffee waiting, for me, I just kissed him a lot more passionately than usual and he just took me in his arms and together we slid to the ground, in fact it was on our lounge floor he had my tired and dusty body, and I can say without doubt he was brilliant!” she paused looked dreamy“He may not have a big dick, but he used it superbly, and I was oh so in need of it by then, I must have mentally worked myself up to it at work!” she paused again nodding at. He pushes me back down and continues throat fucking me with care and precision. The back of my throat contracts around his shaft as he calls me his good girl.Eric pulls out of me and returns to the other end of the bench where he intends to fuck me. The trembling sets in again. I want to grasp my ankles, or lift my hands to hold onto something: the bed, the wall – anything. His cock slides into my sopping wet little box and each stroke makes me tremble even harder, feeling like I’m teetering on.