Wendy confided in me that she had a rather delicate problem that she was embarrassed telling anyone about. It turned out that Wendy had been suffering...from an itchy anus for quite some time. She told me that at first she actually quite enjoyed the itch - or rather she enjoyed scratching and rubbing her arsehole to gain relief as it felt pleasurable. I've always been turned on by the thought of anal sex and I found it so exciting to hear Wendy describing how much pleasure she got from touching. After ten days they call me said lets meet tonight at there place I was in office and got late. I said I will go home and get fresh and then I will come to your home.But they said to come directly to there home so even that was late night so I agreed when I reached there home and rang bell then ravi came and opened the door and guide me to hall and sat on sofa then her wife came out from bedroom and greet me then I asked about there son then hari replyed they him to there inlaws place so only. It was Suzanne in Reception saying I had a visitor. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I asked her who it was. The answer came back, “A Mister di Angelo is here to see you.”The only di Angelo I knew was my late husband Gianni, who I understood was killed in 1929 in Canada, murdered with his only brother by rival bootleggers. I asked Suzanne to send him up to my office. I got up out of my chair and met him at the doorway. I couldn’t believe it! It was my Gianni, raised as if from the dead.I pulled. At the time it was only 9pm… “Wow! 3 hours…Angel, leave now…Leave right now” I said to myself in my head…But I couldn’t seem to be able to lift my ass off of his bed. Gabriel then came over and sat down right next to me. “So, what’s up?” He asked? “Oh nothing…just chillin…you know…” I replied trying to not look directly at him, because he was so close. He then moved closer to me, and then his hand moved up to my cheek, and rapped around to the back of my head. I began to.