I am not even talking to the so called wife anymore, she does her thing and I do mine, going to work, biking and playing piano.Saturday morning and th... temp is forty five, the phone rang. Andrea wants to know if I'd like her glasses to get steamed up in her bra during the ride so I could clean them after. I have no problem with that.I get on some biker clothes, do a pre-ride and head over to Andrea's with a few nice pair of half-glasses, a silver pair of half-rounds and a gold pair of. The elbow of one hand rested on the formica-topped desk while the other hand cradled a receiver into which she cooed softly. I stepped around her high chair, and keeping well out of sight, placed a hand on her brazenly stuck out bum and ran it lightly over her bottom. She turned her head slightly and shot me a rather spiteful glance but continued talking. I fondled one cheek, then the other, growing bolder by the minute. She wiggled her ass angrily, trying to shake off my hand. I lifted. I tried to dress as unsexy as possible but al my underwear I bought were meant for seduction. The bra was dark red which looked great against my fair skin. The bra only covered half of my breasts. He took my breasts in his hand and started kissing them inch by inch he buried his face in my cleavage he was horny he was happy. Then he took his shirt off. A little hair here and there which I liked.He took of my jeans next. The red panties glowed for him. He was touching me over my panty and could. . OK if I get up and do my morning thing? You know ... like brush my teeth, shave, get a bath?" Oh. Sure, Mr K," she giggled and left me. I did my 'morning thing' and went downstairs to get some breakfast at the roti chanai stall. As I got to the bottom of the stairs she yelled out."If you like eggs I've got some for you."The aroma of fried eggs and ham wafted to my nostrils and drew me to the kitchen. There it was, two bull's eyes and a slab of fried ham — very bad for the constitution but.