After my wife left early for work one day, Greg got up around 7, showered, wrapped himself in a short face towel, grabbed a bagel for breakfast and st...rted looking for a job using my wife’s laptop in the kitchen. My home office is what used to be the dining room and connects to the kitchen with a door. I could see Greg sitting and typing, his back facing me. The ends of his tiny towel had fallen on the sides and were only covering the seat he was on. I could also see his right elbow move. Happy Walls would pay me $64 million for the publishing rights to all my existing books. Each new book would earn me another $500 K, to be placed in my brand new Caribbean offshore account.The kicker was that there were also movie and TV rights to a Peachy Keen series being acquired. His offer, which I accepted in about 2.5 seconds: $1.4 billion American. Paid in one lump sum, from one foreign bank to another, avoiding all U.S. taxes.The announcement (minus the dollar figures) was going to be. I did not want to stay there for long after I came to know that. For some rason she went inside and I heard a big thud sound from her bedroom. She shouted for help. I ran inside and found that she had fallen down in an ugly condition. Her saree was up to her thighs and could see her bush inside partially. Looking at her thighs I got hard in my pants. My dick was semi erect. I lifted her holding her hand and made her sit on the bed. Her pallu had fallen off by this time and could see her 36. Please, ugh, c'mon fuck me. Fuck me. Yes, fuck me. Fill my ass up with your hot cum!"He pushed hard as he drained his hot seed into my tight little hole, my toes curling I exploded the biggest cumshot I ever made.Both of our bodies relaxed from pure satisfaction. We laid there for a moment not wanting to move, but then we heard foot steps coming from the hall outside. The sound of dress shoes on cement.We jolted up and both started to redress quickly, only putting on our shirts and our shorts.