I came downstairs, wearing my clothes and said hello to dad.He told me to get refreshed as he will have breakfast with me before he left for the offic.... I nodded went upstairs to get refreshed. After a while i came back to me in the kitchen while Mother was standing at the kitchen table.I asked her where’s his dad and I said he might be taking a shower. He then asked “where’s my breakfast?” She said “wait! It’s getting ready! Let your dad come.” I said “not that breakfast mom!” and came to her. I nodded my long brown hair over my shoulder and took another sip of my whiskey. The carolers kept singing whilst the snow sprinkled the earth outside. I couldn’t believe they were still going for it after I showed no intention of answering the door. Cranking the volume of the stereo up louder, I heard the gate smash against the brick wall outside and saw the shadows move down the garden to the street. I felt bad but there was no way, I was opening the door piss drunk, dressed like I am and in. ‘You’re supposed to make me happy, but it looks like I am making you happy. Nothing wrong with a little mutual benefit.’ ‘No, you are correct, I am here to make you happy first,’ you say as you walk over to her. You stand close to her and stare into her beautiful eyes. ‘Would being touched make you happy?’ ‘Yes, it would.’ You slowly reach down and touch her lower back and pull her in close to you. Softly and slowly you run your hands up her back over her bra strap, caress her shoulder blades. She lived in an apartment on the 4th floor.. We parked the car and went to her flat..Speaking of the lady.. She is 37yrs old, fair complexion, 5’.5”, 34d-30-36, no children and lives with her husband.. She wasn’t much happy with her husband as far as physical satisfaction is concerned.. This was the second time she was in such a relation with someone..We entered the apartment, locked the door and put on all the curtains.. We had done sexting many a times.. She asked me whether I was carrying a.