She took a seat on the chair out in the dining hall and started crying. I was actually confused to what was happening and she started saying that plea...e not to tell her husband that she was having an affair. She said she was very unsatisfied as the sex was not great and so she turned to her brother in law and still wasn’t satisfied.I still do not know from where I got the courage, I just put my arms around her and planted a peck on her lips. She was taken aback and and was quite shocked. We. I dropped some more spit on her wrinkled asshole, and plunged in about 3/4s of the way in."OH MY GOD!" shrieked Whitney, arching her back, trying to accommodate my thick cock. I pumped harder, and faster, and Whitney is writhing in ecstasy or agony, I can't tell. Maybe both.I collapse on her, forcing my cock even deeper into her quivering ass. My hands reached under her and I grab her tits hard, squeezing the shit out of them. Whitney just moaned and then panted, quick little breaths as she. Then, another morning, she again ranged my doorbell. As soon as I opened the door, she came inside and locked it from inside. She didnt said anything and sit on sofa. I asked her coffee and she nodded in affirmation. I went to kitchen and made coffee for both. While drinking coffee she had tears in her eyes. I asked the reason, she finally told me that her husband was having affair outside. I tried to console her again. She asked me why I used to stare at her body. I said I liked her and she is. Two kids and a husband to care for were quite enough to keep her busy. Then when the kids were grown and moved away, Charlie began exhibiting the telltale symptoms of the terrible disease and her every moment became focused on him as his condition slowly but inevitably worsened. Both kids were married with families of their own, Susan in Chicago and Brent in Atlanta. That far away meant reunions were usually only once a year, either at Thanksgiving or Christmas. When Charlie had become.