It was early Jan and my wife had already informed me of her plans to visit her home city Delhi for the weekend. When the day arrived I helped her pack...and we were set to leave for the airport. Just when the bell rang and standing at the door the was the guy who cleans my car Santosh. Now let me describe Santosh he was your average Marathi middle aged man, maybe around his late 40s if I may guess. Grey hair, with a bald patch white scruffy stubble, an evident pot belly and around 5’5 in height.. But I have to say you annoy me at least as much as I probably annoy others.”“Probably?”“Jamie was very often ready to tear his hair out trying to win arguments with me.”“I have an advantage he never had,” she said with a wink.“True. But you’re also very, very good. Better than Deborah, and that’s a very, very high bar, no pun intended.”“Find another way, Steve. This one won’t work and would likely backfire very badly. Not to mention it goes against your entire theory of doing business.”“I’m not. "You sure woke up hungry today," Cathy said sitting next to Pam and sticking the index finger of one hand up Pam's butt and pumping while grabbing and massaging one of Pam's boobs with the other, occasionally squeezing the nipple. "I have a daughter, my middle child, she loves cum as much as you, and cunt juice as well."Pam let her mouth rest a few seconds from the aggressive sucking she was giving Charley's cock and said, "and you said your youngest is a boy right?" She recaptured Charley's. She was still living her life as though she were a married woman. It was time to break the chains. His hand moved slowly up her leg. She leaned her head back and bit her lower lip. She was nervous, scared, reluctant to let go, but she wanted this, wanted him. She let her legs spread a little, providing him access to her most intimate parts. He kissed her lips tenderly, stealing her breath. He moved on to her cheek, then down her neck as his hand rode further up her leg and disappeared under her.