Fuck she was wet. And so fucking hot and tight. His balls throbbed but there was no threat of cumming early, that was under control. 2, 3 and 4 inches...and she was starting to sqirm under him, his thick rob keeping him between her legs. A hard push and she understood to keep still. He slowly started to fuck her tight wet pussy all the way in and out, cock sliding along the smooth wet velvet walls of her pussy. She moaned her approaval and he picked up the pace, properly fucking her, his full. She changed and we started having drinks together and she asked me to sing few more romantic songs. After singing few she started crying as she was missing her husband a lot.For the first time, I grabbed her from her shoulder and said not to spoil the mode. Somehow she came back to normal and asked me to dance with her.I readily agreed and we started dancing. And slowly we came so close to each other that there was no stopping for us to kiss each other. As I was a bit reluctant I did not. Me: ha o to dekh hi raha hu dekho may bhi puri tarah se bhig gayi hu.Mom: tu jaldi chal beta nehi to sardi lag jayegi.Me: ok momThen mom sat on my bike and I try to drive fast lekin barish jor say ho raha tha or samne kuch thik say dikhai bhi nehi day raha tha suddenly maine samne ek cycle wala ko dekha jo ki mere bahot samne a chuka tha mai control nehi kar paya or usko bachane ki chakkar may maine ek ped pay jake thok dia kismat acchi thi ki jada chot nehi aaye.lekin mere left lang may thara. I finished my work and went home. On my arrival home nothing was said or done just a normal night and this went on for a couple of weeks and still no reply to any messages I had sent to her during those two weeks.The weekend was approaching and still nothing and here I sat in my office wondering if I had upset her or did she figure out it was me. I was a little stressed out over it and I am sure people could tell something was wrong. Joyce came into my office and told me she was going home.