Our conversation started like:Ritu: How are you Aryan?Me: Fine and you?Ritu: Fine too. Did you come alone?Me: Yes, and you came with family?Ritu: No, ...usband and kids couldn’t come due to school exam and some personal work. Sorry for today.Me: Why sorry?Ritu: I came to your room without knocking as I was seeing you after a long time with excitement.Me: It’s fine.Ritu: Sorry to see you without clothes (with a kinky smile), you have a nice tool.Me: You too.I was shocked by seeing her boldness. I. I wanted to smell her excitement, which was a little difficult considering how much of her was already in my mouth. I just let my cock rub up against her pussy and let the excitement flow, but still being careful not to punish her clit. Her body would tell me when and what to do, I just had to make sure to listen.He was moving over me as I moved under him. This part I remember. When my husband did this I knew he was going to stick it in and give me what he called "a good fucking." It may have. . fucking ... problem..." his thrusts got quicker and shallower, and his face got redder. "You're ... a ... worthless ... fucking ... WHORE!"He shouted "whore" and his whole body tensed. He was cumming.After a few breathless moments with my legs still pulled up high on his shoulders, he collapsed down on top of me and we spooned there on Hailey's bed. I didn't even pretend to orgasm, and he probably would've been mad if I did."Aren't you supposed to be in school still?" he asked."Left early," I. Things appeared to be going from bad to worse in the Middle East, and plane hijackings were getting seriously out of control.I made Chicago-style deep dish pizza for dinner which was met with rave reviews from everyone, though in my opinion I still hadn’t quite perfected it. That evening, there was nothing anyone wanted to see in the theaters, so we rented Ghostbusters. After the movie, we turned on CNN Headline News to get updates on the hijacking, and heard that the terrorists were.