Of the little goblet, your precious gift--at first I thought it came through the bombardment more unscathed than I. So happy I was to have shielded it...with my self. But when I looked more closely, I detected the tiniest chip along the upper rim. Hardly anything, nearly invisible, but something all the same--a flaw, and ugly now that I knew about it--a sign of my failure. I thought, oh, if I could find the missing piece I'd redeem myself, and so, after setting the damaged cup most carefully upon. He seems like a friendly guy in his 50's, single and living alone and horny. He became good friends with me and likes my wife's cooking and praises her beauty whenever she passes him while waiting at the door through which we enter. We enter through the same door where there is a staircase that leads to Bob's apartment above us. There are times I've heard sounds of women moaning and guys grunting above us, probably sounds from the porn he watches and we both laugh while in bed. My wife says she. His hands retreated down her body, his nails dragging lightly over her skin. It felt like he was tracing fire on her skin, but that paled in comparison to the heavenly sensation of his lips tugging lightly on her clit. She pulled her knees up closer to her chest as his finger traced over her pussy. He pressed the pad of his finger against her opening and swore she could hear the squishing sound as he penetrated her. At the same time he sucked her clit into his mouth. His tongue flipped up. Touching it gently sends a shockwave through her body. She squirms and rocks onto my finger as I push it deeper into a very tight (and very wet) pussy. My finger is now very deep inside her and my thumb is teasing her clit as I work her towards her first orgasm.Her breathing deepens and her voice is hoarse as she implores me to bring her to an orgasm. The twin stimulation of nipple teasing and sucking, and pussy fingering soon has her exploding into a massive cum. I can feel her juices.