.Love you a lot my readers and this is a real story so might somewhat boring, please understand that and I will try to write as entertaining as I can....Any feedback or queries contact the sexjones @ After that first session in the night we kissed and slept happily and I didn’t sleep for some time and watching her beauty in the moon light….. Slowly I slept and when I woke up in the morning she was doing puja. I went to her and asked her dis she felling bad and she said she is not. That moment I. Much more pronounced than mine was, and to me it felt really erotic.I moved my hand in a small, circular motion, petting the kitten – so to speak.And then she put one finger inside of me. Oh my god. I wasn’t prepared for it and just the feeling of her hand pushing the finger in drove me quickly to the edge of the edge. I felt like a sledge hammer had knocked down the fence and I was in free fall.My head, dizzy from the heady feelings, fell onto her chest, onto her warm bosom. Instinctively, I. She was asked how work was. She was asked if she was tired. She was asked if she could teach her son to cook, so she didn’t have to tire herself more when she returned home. Upon further thought, it wasn’t her son. There was something else she’d missed. Noah had never asked her if she could teach him to cook, and there was no reason to believe that he would without a more logical explanation than just him wanting to help out. She suspected something. She just might know what the reason might be. As they start their descent, Coot slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly.As the ambulance takes the body away, Bluey says, “Well, bugger me, someone’s gotta go and tell Coot’s wife.”Mongrel says, “OK, I’m pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I’ll do it.”Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Beer.Bluey says, “Where’d you get the grog, Mongrel?”“Coot’s wife gave it to me,” Mongrel replies.“That’s unbelievable, you told the Missus her husband was dead and she gave you a.