So what? Past cannot be corrected. Let others know how it happened” (In fact so many people have written to publish it – but due to work load, we ...ouldn’t. Today, we are trying it out)(Kindly remember this is not Divya – I am Lakshmi {Lax}. Divya’s story is from this ID only; but she was his old secretary & got married few years back & went to Singapore. Her story is different & Lakshmi (me), my story is different {Divya’s story was written earlier by my boss & published late in ISS – that is. Over the next four years my wife was involved in every phase of the banks operation so that, by the time she had completed her business degree, she had been promoted to assistant branch manager, under Joan; and they have since become the best of friends.Thinking back, the day after our best friends going away party, where my wife had given him her pussy as a going away gift, was an emotional disaster! My wife spent the entire day either crying or apologizing, and mostly both at the same time.. A handwritten note was on the pillow: “Took your things to the laundry. See you downstairs! Love, J”. Sure enough, my duffle bag was empty. Even my ratty old sneakers had disappeared.I pulled on the shorts, which felt pretty skimpy. They weren’t the baggy, nylon basketball shorts I was used to. I looked around and there wasn’t a shirt to be found. I thought about going through some drawers to look for one but didn’t want to mess with Mike’s stuff. So I walked downstairs wearing the shorts and. ”She said, “Yes Sir,” before obeying me. My cock slid into her mouth and I felt her tongue gently reach out to touch it. She didn’t swirl it around like the other women had, but even the light touches were almost enough to make me come. I pulled out.“Pet, it’s time. I told you I would be in each of your holes tonight. Xena here just lubricated me with her mouth. Which one should I choose?”Pet lifted her head up and tried to look over her shoulder. “Sir, either one down there, or I could suck on.