Fir humne milne ka plane banaya….ekdin usne mujhe apne ghar pe bulaya uska husband bahar gaya tha or wo ekdum akeli thi main chala gaya or usne mujh... chai pilayi or hum sexy batey karne lage… mainey bola k ap apne husband se khush nahi wo boli khush to hoon exualy satisfied nahi hoon mere pati ne mujhe sab kuch diya lekin unka lund theek nahi hai wo drink bot karte hai or raat me jaldi so ajte hai or ye bol k rone lagi… maine use gale lagaya or bola k ro mat main apko satisfied karunga or tum. A month or so after that my wife was killed in a car accident. So Irene and I now had no spouses. She bought a house in the village where I live and we often visited each other in the evening when we not at work. I wasn`t expecting her that fateful evenig and was watching a sex video on my computer and was stroking my cock, intendig to masturbate on to a newspaper I had put on the floor and had a full erection when the doorbell rang. Putting on a dressing gown I went to the door and my sister. I was smart enough to know not to speak but when I looked at Sally, she busted out laughing again and I decided to vacate the area for a little bit. I had just about cleared the door when Kat spoke."Jon Morgan, one of these days that sense of humor of yours is going to get you in trouble. I can't believe you set me up for that. If you do it again, you will be sleeping in your office. That wasn't funny at all."I looked over at Sally and we both busted out laughing. Kat turned and gave us a dirty. Not sure what got in to me I acknowledge. He grabs a box of cereal out of the cupboard and we chow down on the dry stuff and I hammer my bloody Mary. A new one quickly replaces the empty and I start to relax, feeling a little better and starting to wake up. We act as if nothing ever happened last night. We take our drinks out to his pool and hang on lounge chairs talking about what we should do that day. Head to the beach? hang out here for a while? I chose the latter as I needed to recoup. By.