He’d eventually been refused service at the bar, an occurrence that angered him and although it was common for him to be asked to leave, this night ...e’d had to be escorted to the door when he’d refused. She’d followed him with a willingness that betrayed her relief to go. As she followed him onto the seemingly empty landing at the top of the stairs, he’d turned on her. “You know,” he slurred, “it’s you who should leave. How’m I ‘sposed to score a quick fuck with you ‘round?” He lurched back. I shook my cock and pushed it back into the denim shorts and returned to the kitchen table that was all set. Mrs. Hudson smiled and we chatted and sipped the tea. First of all she told me that since I will be staying the whole school year at her house that I should not call her Mrs. Hudson but rather by her first name Ruth or Mrs Ruth. Being Indian and from a good family I told her I cannot be that familiar with her since she was my elder, but asked if I can call her Aunty which was how I would. “Dammit, girl your driving me mad!”, Greg moaned. I slipped his dick into my mouth and began to slowly suck only able to fit 4 of the 7 ½ inches in my mouth. I jacked the base of his cock off with my sweaty hand. When his stomach muscles began clenching he pulled me off of him and laid me on my back. He pressed his chest to mine and whispered into my neck, “Jen, it hurts a little the first time, I’m sure you’re aware, but I swear I’ll be gentle.” “I only met you 10 hours ago,. Life was good and I should have left it at that.It was a small thing that started me thinking. I just happened to notice what appeared to be a hickey on my wife's neck. Normally, I would have teased her about it, but for some reason at this time, I didn't. If it was a hickey, I know that I didn't put it there. It could have been a bug bite, or maybe an ingrown hair. She compounded my anxiety by trying to cover it up with make-up while we were at home. I could understand why she would want to.