Then she wouldapply make up on my face, comb my hair.After about 15 days or so, one morning she said I could wear a ponytailnow! I felt elated! I wash...d my hair that day, wore my favorite ghagracholi and mom took me to her bedroom and made me sit in front of thedressing table. She brushed my hair, applied very little oil, againbrushed. Then she started combing it backwards and finally I could feelthe pressure all over my head of the hair being pulled. I could hardlysee it. She told me it was. Brent was amazingly aroused.Brent began to gently push his lubricated penis against my butthole. He was being very slow and gentle, adding slightly more pressure as he worked to get the head of his young stiff cock to enter into my asshole.Brent’s lean muscles increased the pressure until all of a sudden, the head of his young penis popped inside of my butthole, and to my amazement, my asshole almost instantly dilated, accepting Brent’s young powerful cock inside me.Simultaneous with entering. They looked delicious. Begging for attention. There was nothing I wanted more than to put those sensitive nipples in my mouth and go wild—and she knew it. I could see by the way Liz was anxiously biting her lip that she fully expected me to drop my tongue to her awesome boobs and satiate them any instant now.So I didn't. I lowered my face down until I was just a millimeter away, the ragged heat of my breath tickling her breasts...Then I cupped her pussy through her shorts.Liz went completely. .. and skipped any more alcohol as a substitute for breakfast. In fact I cooked enough for three people and ate it all. Then I spent the afternoon packing up everything of Rita's that was left in house and moved it all into the garage. By early evening I was still feeling ambitious and had started to mow the lawn when a police detective finally arrived to formally question me.Officially, I was finally notified that my wife and another man were both found dead in a hotel room under extremely odd.