Intense kissing and licking eachothers necks and ears, and our hands start to wander on eachothers bodies. I whisper in her ear, " let's go to my room..., and take her hand and lead her there. I can tell she's impressed with my cleanliness, and being a bachelor I made damn sure my bed would be inviting to women. We continue making out, and she stops again and asks if I'm really attracted to her and think shes pretty. It breaks my heart because I can tell the last asshole did a number on her. Amazing one in that nightee. When ever I passed by and see here standing in her balcony in the evenings for a cool breeze. I use to see her very often and with full courage use to see directly in her eyes and innocently smile at her. She gives back the smile in the same manner and turns her head away. Once in the night she was struggling to park her two wheeler as some drunkards were standing in that place. I helped her in parking the vehicle and then that was the first time I spoke to her. I. I was reading ‘Romeo and Juliet’. I had read it many times, so I was only half concentrating on the book. Annette, my wife of 6 years, was sitting across from me and she too was reading.The first CD finished and the changer was bringing up the next one when I detected her head moving when she looked up from her book. She said “Jerry, can I tell you something without you getting immediately angry?”My mind conjured up all kinds of terrible things that question could be about. “No Annie, you. It was a position and feeling she had never experienced with her husband.“You better believe it, baby,” she said. “This is fucking real.”He sat back and watched his shaft disappear when her wet cheeks bounced on his thighs. Every time his cock came into view, there was more of his mother’s white pussy cream on it.“Aahhnngg,” she moaned at the depth of the stimulation and threw her head back, letting her raven black hair fall freely.Feeling the overwhelming sensation of her pussy, he bit his.