I introduced myself and said I was next door. I was not bold enough to have the conversation go further, so I left.I suddenly wondered if she was in t...e room next door playing with a sex toy. That thought hardened my dick immediately and I began to stroke it. I laid back and matched her groan for groan as I visualized her on top of me. But jacking off just wasn’t doing it for me. I wanted more. I felt suddenly emboldened. I hastily grabbed the phone and called her room. I instantly heard the. With the four stands, I was doing alright. My wife, unlike me, was a Greek immigrant, although she had come over when she was quite young.The path to a mans heart is through his stomach, and this woman could cook. She really really could cook. We fell deeply in love, over a period of about six months, and got engaged. I was making pretty decent money. I mean really decent money. We got married, and we bought, outright, a nice 4 bedroom colonial house in a boring little development in Cherry. His hands run slowly over her soft skin, moving to her hips where his fingers can press down into her skin against bone and take the best, firmest hold of her. He pulls her slowly to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and briefly fixing his eyes on hers, telling her without words there is no going back.She gasps sharply and a whimpering moan runs through her body and out into the room as daddy enters her body. Her little fingers clutching desperately at the covers of her bed as she feels. I figured he could probably use the caffeine this morning. As soon as the shower shut off I started the washer.“Damn that felt good,” he said as he came in the kitchen. “Coffee sure smells good.”“Cups are sitting beside the coffee maker,” I told him, “I cleaned out your pockets and put everything on the coffee table so I could wash your clothes,” as I got up to get myself a cup of coffee as soon as the pot quit brewing.“Thank you,” he told me as he got a cup of coffee after I finished getting.