She really loves mysteries. She probably knows more than I do about everything.” Sharon smiled, obviously proud, and with good reason.She was defini...ely nerdy looking, Miguel thought. She was wearing a dirty oversized t-shirt and beat up tan pants. All of these people’s clothes were tattered, he noticed. He wondered if it was uncaring, poverty, or both. She seemed scared of him, and he couldn’t figure out why. He knew it wasn’t his fault; he felt sorry for her that she was in a position in life. " Honey, every time I visit here, I listen to you banging my daughter at night. I lie there wishing it was me." Oh, Marie..." I know how much you got down there after walking in on you coming out of the shower. You thought it was Darla, but honey, it was me. You have more than that thing that I blew coming out of that glory hole. I would love to do the same to you."I took her hand and led her to Darla and my bedroom. I rubbed her ass along the way. Standing next to the bed, kissed her. I helped. He opened his eyes, pulled up his face from my breast and wished me the same. I smiled again in reply and extend my hands to hug him. He again gone mad by my gesture and vigorously started to push my boobs. I was also enjoying that rough molestation of me lying by the side of my sleeping husband. Some time after i pulled amar up over me, held his face by my hands and started kissing him on lips. Keeping his leap on mine i sprayed my legs wide open. Amar understand the signal and shoved his hard. “I almost didn’t ask you over for dinner over it.” “The age difference doesn’t matter to me,” I said. “I’ve grown very fond of you Karen. It took a long time for us to act on it, but you have become more than a friend to me.” I asked Karen softly, “Does my age really bother you?” She nodded no in response and rose up to kiss me again. As she pulled back, Karen said, “I’m sure some people will talk, but I don’t care after tonight.” With that she took my hand and took a couple of steps.