This rubbing continues on our way back. When I drop her I told that I will come tmr morning to your home she said come by 11. Next day I got ready by ...0.30 and started to her home she texted her address so it’s easy to find her home. I rang the bell she opened she is in a night gown and ass wriggles when she walks. She told me to wait on the couch while she makes coffee for me then I said I want milk only she had a smile and sent to her kitchen and put the milk in stove and then I went behind. I leave you a tear filled message wishing you a happy new year and that you are a good friend to me. I hang up my phone and curl up on the couch crying. I fall asleep with the TV on and a half a bottle of wine drunk.A little while later I hear the door open and I look about anxiously. I rub my eyes and see you standing in front of me looking concerned, I try to smile but end up crying even more. You see that my mascara is smeared and that I have consumed half a bottle of vino. You shake your. Nausea rose as his thick, lean fingers petted and fondled at her soft yielding flesh, the harshness of his digging fingers leaving white, bloodless prints in their searching trail. Tears welled in her eyes as he pushed her back on the bed. She fell passively, beyond resistance now and thinking only of the lewd envelope with its threat against her daughter.Hink's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made light, butterfly contact across her sensitive white flesh to her flimsy white. Deciding upon a diversion tactic, I asked him if he and his wife had ever sought counselling. With a rueful smile, Ronnie simply shook his head.“The only reason my wife married me, is because I was a very promising prospect. Sex became a problem shortly after we married and to this day, I am amazed that we even had a second daughter,” Ronnie informed me.After sipping on his whisky, he resumed, “My wife thinks that my cock is disgusting and has never stopped telling so.”I was totally bewildered.