. forties. I thought ... Menopause?” The last word was almost whispered.I sat there, speechless. He actually thought I was going through menopause? ...his fucking clueless moron. I started feeling better about my outburst. He deserved it.“I’m forty-six, you mother-fucker,” I hissed through clenched teeth.“I can still have kids for years. Unlike you, you fucking waste of space. When was the last time you got it up without a blue pill??” I sneered at him. It was all coming out now.He was taken. (vo kush o gayi aur boli thick hai )Vo: muje laga aap apni mummy se khe doge …Me : pagal mummy ko kya bolu porn dekh raha tha aissa…Vo: hass ne lagi…Me: tune phra dekha…..Vo: sharma ke haa..Me : tune to mazze le liya aab mera kya…?Vo: chup ho gai…(hum dono ek dusre ko dekh rahe the 2 3 min baad)Me: kya hua?Vo: muje …Me: are aage to bol..Vo : aap ke sath chodwani hai apni chut… Aur mere boobs chatwane haiMe : hasne laga … Pagli mene ye sab jan muj k sab kiya muje pata tha tu yaha aaye gi aur. The Brigadier grabbed my wife’s flying boobs into his hands and squeezed and massaged them as Sumi fucked the Brigadier hard.Sumi pumped into the Brigadier and moaned out loud. The Brigadier, in turn, reciprocated her groans with huge sighs as he pumped his cock up into my wife’s cunt. Their matching duet resonated through the bedroom. Their huffs and puffs and the smell of sex spread across the room. From the increase in the pace of their grunts indicated that they both were about to reach. It did not take me long to find the clubs, bars and other locations where one could have fun and I took full advantage of what they had to offer. My life was five days of work with a bit more on the weekends and then spending passionate and sensual time with the male friends I had made; however all were in the friends-with-benefits category, nothing close to marriage material.Then I met George at a faculty meeting on a teacher work day. From the moment we met and talked, lightening had struck..