They were probably 34b. She turned around and wiped her tears with her shoulders. She was all nude and I could see her beautiful fair and round ass fr...m behind. I knew she was still crying. I also knew she would stop crying when she understands that she’s enjoying it. I undressed and went to her with a hard cock. I sat on my knees and her ass was right in front of my face. I held her ass cheeks with my hands and kissed them for a minute. I cared less about what her reaction was. I went to her. But what? *** ‘Guus!’ Erika checked her face in the mirror as she spoke, running a hand through her wavy blonde hair. ‘Hello, my dear,’ the Dutchman warmly murmured. ‘I do look forward to our regular chats.’ ‘Me too,’ Erika murmured, flicking her tongue across her glossy red lips. It had become her morning routine over the past week, the only way to deal with Alistair and the mess of the election. Call Guus. She’d made a point of having a daily conversation with the Dutchman, despite his stay. This was really nice. ‘Sir? Sir?’ An unfamiliar voice pierced my reverie. ‘Come on Ed, wake up!’ I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to go back to my cloud. I opened my eyes. A nurse was bending over me. My wife was crying quietly in the background. ‘Where am I?’ ‘You are in the cardiac care unit at Buffalo General Hospital,’ the nurse replied. ‘How long have I been here?’ The expected answer was two or three days. ‘You have been here for thirty eight days.’ I didn’t believe it. My wife was by. Uss wakt mere mann me aisa kuch nahi tha fir maine himmat karke unhe puchaMai-smitaji jab boss ne mujhe bulaya aur kaha ke aap mrs smita he par aapko dekhkar to aisa nahi lagta matlab aapke gale me kuch nahi he na hath me matlab aapne jwlary aisa kuch pehna nahi he?Smita-actually mere husband ki deth huyi he.Mai-ohhh sorrySmita-its ok. To mai us flat ka passesion kab le sakti hu?Mai-mai woner se kehke flat saaf karke leta hu aur kal hi aapko flat ki keys deta fir jo agriment he wo baad me hum.