My mother came to my room and gave me my clothes. It was maroon color saree. I wear color dress only on my birthday. So when I saw some color dress I ...et very upset and sad. I got that dress and went to my room. I don’t know that my son is bathing in my bathroom. I sat on the bed and put that saree on it. I sat and my memories went at my past.I was always a hyperactive kid. I love to wear colourful dresses and I love to wear ornaments. I love my husband even he is rude and old because he never. I shoosh'd him away but well he returned. He started introducing himself as some who gives a fuck name but interesting he was a local baseball coach has 2 grown daughters and used to be a cop. Well he clearly sounded drunk but he wasn't. He was all over me which kinda bored me and this time when i asked him to find someone else, he used the magic word. He hit it straight and looked into my eye and said Girl i Just want to Fuck you really hard lol. I said that's my me-too moment but he kept on. “You like that?” Dylan kept asking, and eventually Scott replied robustly, hollering it even, that he loved it, that he loved being drilled in the ass by that cock. “Yeah, fuck me!” he begged. “Come in me!” and I knew that’d really get to Dylan. That turned him way on, getting begged for his cum like that. “You want this big nut?” Dyl demanded, and Scott’s head moved back and forth while he moaned and answered oh yeah, oh yeah he wanted it. Dyl stepped it up, then, from a drilling to an. "Back in the other room, Jack lit the candles on the table; and turned up the volume that was too low on the stereo from which Irish ballads could be heard.When she joined him, she was wearing a black and gray flannel shirt that came to her knees with a pair of black shorts. She had a pair of gray socks on her feet."How do you feel?" he asked; holding her chair for her to sit down."Warm, cozy, and --" She hesitated."And what?" He sat in the chair across from her.Her face turned pink. "Horny.".