One day she asked me why I don’t reply to any of the text and the conversation started. We were talking for a few minutes. Then I had to leave and s... I left. The next day, she again sent me a forward message. I saw that message immediately but didn’t reply. So she texted me and the convo went like.She: Hi!Me: Hi!She: Sir seems to be a busy man, won’t text us?Me: No aunty nothing like that. I don’t usually chat.She: Why you’ll just stare at people, but not talk to them?I was confusedMe: I don’t. Leonard Woodstock, Jo Ann’s lover, did not fare so well. Several factors had actually ended the affair. After a few months of torturing each other petting and wanting without consummating their love they had agree to ask their respective spouses for a divorce. Jo Ann was very direct. She immediately set Conner down and told him she loved Leonard that that she wanted a divorce. Moreover, at Conner’s goading she made up her mind to consummate her love for Leonard and take him to bed. Leonard on. “Fantastic,” I said. “I’m delighted to be spending it with you.” “You’re welcome. Same here,” she replied. We had a great time together. The chemistry appeared right and there was an electricity of attraction in the air. I was somewhat surprised when we went our separate ways after the round. The following morning it warmed up – in several ways. The temperature and humidity rose. And Jenny looked hot in a mint green sleeveless polo and tight white skirt. We agreed to pair up again. By the turn. His muffled moan finally confirmed his apparent acceptance, so I continued. I hesitated for a moment, but then I kept my act rolling and slid my kisses around the left side of his penis base, scratching my lips with his sexy but coarse pubic patch. I decided to finally add my hand to my impromptu repertoire and delicately took his fat gland with three fingers of my left hand to lift his yummy cock and diverted my lips attention to his round, hardened ball sack. I kissed his balls several.