After posted my first story muje kafi mail aaye the aur accha response mila tha..Isliye meri dusri story share karna chahta hu..Ek mail richa (name ch...nged) ka tha usne hi likha tha only mene bhi hii ka reply kiya aur thodi bate ki aur sex ke bare me thodi bate ki usne bataya ki wo 31 married housewife he aur uske husband bussiness ki wajah se out of surat rehte hee..Aur uska ek beta bhi hee 5 yr kaa..I ask her for number on mail…Richa nee bola ki aap apna number muje de do me aapko contact. He ignored it for now.Picking up his keys, wallet, and phone Erik started towards the front door.“I’ll be back in a bit Mom. Gonna grab some coffee before dinner,” Erik said as he left his apartment.“See you in a bit honey,” his mother replied.Erik walked down the street constantly running the scenario over in his head, again and again. He was slowly getting over the embarrassment he felt. After a few blocks he starts thinking about the hug he shared with his mother. It was a bit too long to be. Either way, she is apparently willing to ignore his wandering eyes and cheating ways and go ahead and be his bride.”“So, Sally, if it is okay with her, it is okay with me. It is her life to live,” Cindy concluded, resignedly.“My, that is a hot story,” Sally replied. “Damn if he was that good looking and rich, if it had been me, I would have stayed down on my knees and sucked his cock like a professional hooker.”Cindy ignored her, always wickedly spontaneous, best friend’s comment and went on,. The men have switched. Now the other man is being sucked. You see that another man has taken the place of the first one fucking the lady behind the couch. Olivia is stroking herself and thrusting her fingers into her cunny. You see the young girl from across the room has come over. She smiles at you and watches you playing. She sits down next to you. She gently touches your leg. ‘Is this OK?’ she asks. You nod, ‘Oh — yes.’ And you squeal and come again. She smiles at you and gently strokes the.