I stood there in shock. Of all the things I thought he might say to me, that was not one of them. I looked down at his crotch. I could see that his pe...is was pushing out hard against his slacks, and I figured it was what my ex-husband called a "piss hard-on."My husband left me over nine months ago for another woman, and I was not really keen on men at the moment, to say the least. When we were together, we had a very active sex life throughout high school. But for the last six years of our. “I’ll have to ask Frank, but I’m sure he won’t mind. He’s working night shifts now. I hardly ever see him,” Donna says. “Just plan on starting that week, when school is out!”J.J. takes another sip of his iced tea and is about to excuse himself and leave. Sure, he’d love to throw the MILF up on the counter and fuck her brains out right there in the kitchen, but he knows it isn’t going to happen. But he has laid the groundwork for a possible fuck session later that summer. He’s just about to open. Her long bouncy, her flowing past, her hourglass hips gently flicking her round ass as she moved from side to side, watching her stuff being unloaded, her deep cleavage extending past her blouse as she bends to place her items on the ground.That sexy soft navel with a belly button was so big that I wanted to put my penis in it straight away. Her curves were to die for especially since she was barely 5 foot tall. The pocket size bhabhi. She had big luscious lips like to naughty America opening. “Miles, do you wanna make-out?”At first I couldn't bring myself to even nod my head, in part because her question was eerily similar to Selena’s and guilt came crashing down on me like an avalanche. But, I couldn’t resist, and even with my guilty conscience, I immediately grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and kissed her, pushing my tongue past her lips, and swiveling it rhythmically in sync to hers.We made out for almost an hour, and though I had no release from it, I still.