Of course, I only consider it for a moment before I do follow you. I am not sure what game you are playing today, but it intrigues me too much to risk...spoiling it. I join you in the living room and sit beside you. You kiss me again, with less urgency this time but forceful enough that I know you are still in control. Your lips softly make their way down my neck and along my collarbone. The change in pace is both agonising and breathtaking at the same time. Your hand glides up my body and gently. My husband earns six figures also. I just turned fifty, work out with a trainer three times a week. I am five foot one and weigh about a hundred pounds. I have been told that I am attractive. This has always been a secret. The way I make it happen is that I will go on PR/Sales trips for my company. I will stay in a nice hotel, take the big wigs to dinner. When the business is done I will drive across town, book a room in a business class type hotel with a bar in it, put on a dress or skirt. I went to Kanti and caught his hand and put on my boobs and pressed and started kissing him on his forehead, cheeks and lips too. This gave a courage and life to my hubby (Amit), as he felt dumb from sudden attack from Kavita; he too started pressing her boobs.After few minutes. All four of us were in our birth suit and were sucking, pressing, licking and enjoying all parts of each other. Kavita was very sexy in looking; she was about 34/25/36 with big black nipples about 2 inches in round,. Only the police detectives and the astonished coroner and his morgue staff knew the details of the priest's self mutilation.Without sensationalism, the story faded away. The priest's career may have been long and laudatory, but as regional news it was soon pushed aside by lurid reports of scandals, killings, and the usual parade of urban corruption and violence.Friday evening found Frank and Madeline alone at their indifferent dinner, staring past each other. Neither wanted to confront the.