Her corn blond hair was around her neck and her ample frame was overhanging the small dining room chair.I found her repulsive and attractive at the sa...e time. I sat, finished my meal, and sipped at my glass of wine. She was quietly sitting there, sipping her glass. I thanked her for everything, paused and asked her directly, “what the fuck” happened to you???? Look at you. Are you all right? There was silence. Her face fell to the floor. I then asked, what the fuck are you still doing on this. “Do you like how this feels?” He whispered in my ear. “Dad please stop. Please don’t touch me like this!” I said as tears slid down my cheek. He rolled my on my back, facing the ceiling, and climbed over me, pinning my hands behind my head with one hand. He slid my shirt up and pulled my bra above my breasts, exposing them. The cold air made my nipples harden. “Please stop, stop touch-“ I stopped talking as he slid his mouth over my nipple, sucking and tonguing it. I started sobbing and. Her Husband works as a manager in a company. He regularly goes out of town. This I came to know when we talk causally. One fine day I came to know that her husband is out of town. So on that I decided to dare and talk to her. So on that day night around 9 O’clock called her. She lifted the phone. I asked her about her dinner and other casual talk. She was responding to my call properly. And she asked me about my dinner. And I said I brought parcel from outside. She asked me about my wife and I. "Where are those tools?"She whispered in desperation, "On the couch...behind you."Turning around, I didn't even notice the spread of dildos, creams and butt plugs on the leather couch before approaching her. Rightfully so, her image and sensuous body easily distracted me from noticing anything aside from her. I smirked and turned, heading for the smallest of the anal probes I could find. She had them aligned in order of diameter size. So, I grabbed the closest one to us along with the anal.