Wo banda peeche sai baar baar chakar laga raha tha aur mereko touch karne ke koshish kar raha tha. Maine apna order collect kiya aur nikal gai. When I...was leaving the guy said tere tym jaldi ane wala hai and maine kaha bhaag ja sale warna bahoot pitungi and public sai pitwaungi. Aur wo hasne laga. I didn’t notice ke wo mujko follow kar raha tha and ussko mera address pata chal gaya. Mai weekend mai apna ghar ke saaf safai kar rahi as usual and suddenly bell rang. When I opened the door the guy. He looked around constantly to make sure that no one was pulling into the parking area.“Yes ‘We’” I told him.“You can’t be taking off my underwear ... You’re my mom.”“I took your underwear off for the first seven years of your life Steven.” I smiled.“I know but ... Well ... Now I’m grown up.” He tells me with a certain measure of pride. It was kinda hard to take him seriously with him standing there in his underwear looking around like a small monkey in the middle of an unruly heard of. But something else, again, held me in place. The curtains barely shifted as I felt a hand on my hip, and a cool, metallic, sharp object resting on my throat. I didn't care. My blood boiled and pulsed. It was instinct to grind myself into my attacker's body, from which an answer was received rather quickly. The stiletto knife slipped from position as he ground back, a soft, cooing moan pleading from his throat.He leaned against me, but the knife still remained at my flesh, harsh breaths. Sometimes I could get hard and have satisfactory intercourse, but most often, I would go soft and not be able to perform. My religious wife did not say anything, but I could sense her disappointment, as she did very much enjoy intercourse, and was always multi-orgasmic. Then I had a brilliant thought. Perhaps I could turn my ED issues into a means to make my fantasies come through. While drinking beer, after a round of golf, I blatantly asked my best friend if he still wanted to fuck my wife..