At eight month of pregnency wife left for her parents home . and i used to be alone in home but om had habbit to meet me at evening and had some play ...nd fun, due to this i never felt bored in absence of wife.priya and om and me used to do too much of fun.at one evening om was in very energiatic mood, and he was running in home from here and there , when i approached him to catch accidently we hit each other while i was taking turn, that was sudden incident and we had hit from front. i had. Jabbing hard deep inside me! "Your going to take all this dick bitch!" Ken demanded. I attempted to roll my hips forward to stop some of the pain but Ken pulled me against him and shoved harder inside me! "You want this dick?" He asked. Before I could think I answered "Pound my pussy.....fuck me like a slut!" I begged! That was all it took, I was being pounded as hard as he could! Ken was now grunting loudly with every stroke deep inside me. My pussy opened up and took in every inch he had.. "God bless," the woman had said, even then able to hold eye contact for but a moment. Just six months earlier he might have sat across a conference table from her. Still the man, still in control, he might have provided valuable assistance with her legal and financial planning. The change from her latte slid quickly from a hand without a wedding band. On the downward side of his own divorce, perhaps they could have met later and helped each other in more intimate ways. They would have been. Then he saw that I was lifting his daughter from the car and came to help me. Between us we carried her inside and placed her on a sofa in the lounge. ‘That bastard she went out with tonight attacked her,’ was all I could think of to say. ‘How do we know you didn’t do this?’ Jean’s mother demanded. ‘Don’t be silly, woman. He might act like a bloody idiot. But he wouldn’t be stupid enough to bring her home in this condition if he’d done it to her. Now go and make Jean some tea. No, better see.