I become mad with her shouts. Fucking. Fucking. Fucking. At last we both come close. I too was moaning. She holds my two butts tightly towards her pus...y for some time. I too take a long breath. Ooh! Awesome. Awesome.I remain my penis inside her for some more time nearly half an hour. She asks, hey baava, are not take it out, mmm?. No, I don’t want it to come out. I reply. She smiles and kissed me on my cheeks. I ask her to kiss my lips. Baava I don’t kiss lip to lip to anyone. Even I don’t. ’ ‘How is Thursday at 4 PM, Tom?’ ‘Why not make it 5 o’clock, and tell Trudy to meet you here at 6 PM. We will take the wives out to dinner.’ ‘Are you in the doghouse again, Tom?’ ‘No, I am not. This is a preventative strike.’ ‘You are learning Tom, not fast, but you are learning. I will see you Thursday at Five o’clock.’ ‘Sarah, this contract is for real. I have scheduled an appointment, with Tom, for 5 o’clock Thursday afternoon, at his offices. The choice is now yours. What do you want to. I told her I wasn't in to that, and she said Imisunderstood. The thrill for her was that no one else could know. So ashe wanted was for me to wear her panties just while I did the route. Noone needed to see them; it made her hot just knowing I had them on.I didn't really want to, but I didn't want to mess up what I had either.So I reluctantly said yes. The next morning, I got dressed as usual inthe spare bedroom so as not to wake her up, and there were a pair ofpink satin panties on top of the. It was a combination of confusion, elation and relief.George turned to Chris. "Mind if I hold your hand, ma'am?" You can and stop calling me ma'am. My name is Chris." Yes ma'am. Oops ... Yes, Chris."He took her hand and they leaned together with big lovey-dovey smiles on their faces. It wasn't but a few miles down the road when I looked back and he had his arm around Chris and she had her head resting on his shoulder. They looked like a pair of teenagers at the drive-in. A few more miles down.