Aur phir hum dono batt kar ne lage baat karte karte mam kabhi kabhi mere mazaak per haste haste mujhe marti aur kabhi dhakka deti phir thodi der baad ...um dono alag alag kamre main chale gaye raat ke 12 bah gaye the per mujhe neend nahi aarahi thi q ki mujhe thio ab mam ko karne ki matlab chodne ki padi thi main ne himmath karke mam ke room ki taraf gay aur mam ko jaga kar kaha ki mujhe neendh nahi aarahi hai tho mam ne kaha yaha sojao koi baat nahi new place hone ki wajah se need nahi aarahi. After about a half hour, we had it mostly done, but there was still a piece between us to go. Debbie stood, and arched her back like she was trying to work a kink out, and then huddled back into her coat. I walked over to her, and like always she started to thanks me. I held a hand up, told her to stop being silly, I considered it a pleasure to help. She said, “I wish I could think of a way to repay all your kindness. You helped Paul and me so much, before …”, and her voice trailed off. Then. We still maintained a very active sex life though it was recreational sex and lacked the old intimacy and love we’d once known. In the community we were known as a normal married couple. I had advanced in my profession to the point of Chief Engineer in charge of construction with a very nice salary increase. . . one that earned me enough to insure that I’d live well forever. It also came with very flexible working hours and a comfortable life style. Of course, our kids were the greatest joy. I would offer to hang stuff up on the walls for her, but she insisted that she would climb up the ladder and I was to kneel on the floor and hold it steady. How could she not know that a boy of my age, nearly a man, would be able to look up her skirt in that position? There was no way that I could tear my eyes away from the sight of her stocking tops, pulled taut by four thick elastic garter straps, or from her panties. I remember she always worn brightly colored panties, which seemed.