Why did I care if he screwed the cook? I determined that I would win her over with my skills developed as a preacher's wife: humble, selfless service,...and smiling efficiency. I oohed and awed over Lassie's new sarong. :But my disappointment that I was sitting home alone while Steve romanced the cook lngered. After they left, I got a bottle of gin out of the liquor cabinet and poured a large glassful of it over ice. "To hell with the tonic," I told myself. I sipped the gin straight while. An old lady was my house owner’s; he was around 69 years of age, suddenly one fine day she fell in bathroom and become ill , from then she was bedridden for 2 months and then died , Her grandson came and took care of all the amenities and then he told from then on , I have to pay the rent to him for that o accepted. Then after a week a young lady wearing a burka (that black dress Muslims use wear) came to my house and asked details about me and then I learned that she is the acting owner now in. After sometime she bent down to take something from the floor,and thank god i could see half of her breasts out and thought to myself how lucky i am in the morning itself.after sometime her children went to school.now only me and my aunt were in the house,i was watching TV and she was busy making food for us.then i went into the kitchen and saw her still preparing food.i didnt knew how to take an advantage of this situation,then i just moved my hand over her ass slightly,as if it happened by. I was moving around the bed so I could alternate views of his cock sliding in and out of my wife, and the looks of passion and pleasure on her face. Then, I didn’t see how it could be possible, but the sixth orgasm of the night hit her, and she writhed in passion underneath Roger. Her orgasm must have triggered him, as he released a low groan. I saw his body tense and then gradually relax. I knew that he just released his load inside Kristal, and that for the first time in her life, my wife’s.