“Whoa! Um, did anyone tell you that you look like Fabio, Eros?”He rolled his eyes. “All the time, Chrissie. Patty seems to like it.”“I’ll ...et she does.” The blonde gave his meaty masculine form a second look. Patty had scored way above her station, she thought. “Uh, come on in! Abel, we have company!” she called out.An average-looking brown-haired young man, looking about the same age as Chrissie, came around the corner, drying his hands with a kitchen towel. “Oh, hey, Patty ... and. As my husband will on travel most of the days I feel bored at home, so I decided to take up a teaching profession to put my time into useful things. I got permission from my husband and I gave interviews. After about 2 months I got the job at my native place of Chennai itself. However for completing the joining formalities I had to report to their office in Coimbatore. My son was having his exams, so I went alone. After getting down from train I looked for some hotels and then checked into one. I want to come home to you every day. I didn’t tell you this because I didn’t want you to think I was being silly. Tuesday, when I stayed down for supper with the girls, I cried on the way home because I missed talking to you about my day while we ate. Then I get home and you greet me with a glass of lemonade and immediately asked me how my day was. We sat on the couch and talked about what we’d done since we last saw each other. I’ve never had anyone who actually cared about how my day went.“I. I am about to get fucked. Again. I arch my back, eager for it, lifting my hips, presenting my ass as best I can, clenching the blanket with my fists. “What a pretty little whore.” I freeze. It’s not his voice. It’s feminine. There’s a hard edge to it, just like there is to his. I whimper, suddenly frightened and unsure. Her touch is gentler then his, her hands gliding over my back, my shoulders, my ass, down my thighs, everywhere but between my legs. “My husband likes to share. It’s my turn..