Hearing the news, she had a momentary lapse of strength, but recovered quickly. Glancing at Eleanor, she asked.“You believe that Antonio is alive?�...Eleanor answered with a firm “Yes.”, and the older woman nodded.“We shall wait for him to return. Could you stay with me for a little while longer, Eleanor?”Eleanor stepped forward and put her hand on the older woman’s arm.“Of course, Mother,” she said simply. Then she turned to her parents. “We are fine. Can you send back the coach around five? Doña. They moved as Ana moaned in pleasure. He smiled as his black serpent was going deeper in my wife’s anus even deeper with each stroke. Finally he filled again her thight asshole with cum. He slapped her buttocks and went off to the bathroom.Ana managed to slip from the bed and crawled to the laptop. She looked into the camera, sent me a kiss and then turned it off.When I went to bed, Ana was there, waiting for me, fully naked: her beautiful legs spread wide open; her mound glistening in the soft. Day by day I and Radha become close friends and we exchanged mobile numbers. We used to talk and sms through mobile at night times when her husband is not available due to his shift. We were discussing general things and later on we discussed about our personal things.My colleague name was Manju and she happened to be my best friend in office through phone and both used to share our likes, dislikes, career growth options and so on. She joined in this company earlier 2008 and I used to be her. Luckily, not only could Ifake several accents, but several accents in a flawless woman's voice,too. It was a plan that would work on secrecy and intrigue, but it wouldwork.I spent a while forming the perfect appearance, the perfect identity,until I had what I wanted; Viola Bard (so named for the character fromTwelfth Night, by Shakespeare, a man famous for his plots involvingpeople pretending to be other people). She was 25, born in London, awoman who'd moved to America to pursue an acting.