But most importantly, I hope my husband will read it and understand how very sorry I am. I hope he will be able to forgive me in his heart the way he ...ays he does with his words.*I’ve always been known as Mel. It’s short for Melanie but I’ve never been called that, apart from when I’m being told off! As a girl I was something of a tomboy and the name Mel just seemed to fit me better so it has stuck with me all my life.A year after the events of this story take place, I am forty-eight years old.. “Deal!” Mom countered instantly. “Now put that DANGED chair down on all four legs and go get cleaned up for supper,” she ordered. She glanced at my dad. “Thom...”Dad had already picked up his carving tools and was on his way out of the kitchen en route to the garage where he stored his gear and projects. I had to hustle to get washed up and get back to help Mom set the table.That’s how it happened, in early April of the year after I caught Faye fucking around, I stood on the front porch of Mom. I looked down to seem my stomach just quivering and the color difference was so striking and beautiful it sent me into another mini orgasm. After I cooled down he came back down to his elbows and began that long and slow stroke all over again. Again as I began to cum he would lift up and really slam me sending me flying over the edge. Time was a blur and I don't know how many times I came, probably over 10 until I was a whimpering bowl of jelly. I never thought I would see the day but he was. I can’t believe my eyes, I have seen this long this dick in movies only, not in reality. I don’t know why and how my hand touch his dick and start to suck it.Wasim: You seriously got good one bitch.Shruti: I knew he loves dick same as me. Saying this she started sucking Raj’s dick.Meanwhile, Abhi also removed his dick who sat next to Wasim. OMG, He also has a very big one, I took that to my mouth and starts her hand job to Wasim. These very hard to fit into my mouth, Raj forcing me to have it.