It’s a reimagining of the Iliad that follows the relationship between two grieving men at war: Achilles and Priam. It came out years ago, but I’ve...not read it.”“I’ve read some of his poetry.”“I bought Ransom when I was in the CBD a week or ten days ago.”“Just frittering away our resources!”“Absolutely! Think of what my paperbacks run compared to your art books!” He reached over and tickled her. “But I’ll take out the difference in trade!”“No. No! Not now. And don’t tickle me!”When they had. I tested the waters and jokingly fired back a response.“What about you?” I asked as I helped her stand and guided her into the house. “You were a pretty fucking naughty wife, don’t you think? I watched you sucking that cock.”She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling as I held her around her waist, helping her to walk. She was pretty wasted.“I was,” she admitted, then giggled. “Did you like it, baby? Did you like me sucking that dick in the Uber?”I had to admit it. It was a shock, but after. "I eagerly took each of her nipples in my mouth and I continued licking and sucking on them as she let out a barely audible moan of pleasure.We went to her bedroom and I laid her on the bed then kissed her on her neck, tits, and all over her body. I eventually went past her pussy and sucked on her yummy toes. I kissed up her calves and gently moved her legs a little more wider to smell her wonderful pussy aroma coming through her G-string. I then moved to herthighs, dripping with pussy juices. I have to tell you about my Mandhira aunty. She was around 37-38 years old. After her husband’s death, she didn’t marry again even though she was very young at that time. She decided to stay single and to look after her husband’s parents who were quite old and alone.I had just written my 1st-year exams and was enjoying my holidays. As ordered by my dad left for Madras by the morning first train. I reached Madras around 5 pm and went to my aunt’s place around 6 pm. Mandhira aunty was very happy.