She accepted eventually without any reservations of what would and could happen. Her phone rang and she answered it. Jack watched and listened. ‘Hel...o? I’m sorry I’m busy at the moment.’ She disconnected the call. ‘You have a new phone? Who was it?’ ‘Oh yes. I had this one spare. It was just a friend from uni.’ ‘Why didn’t you use it to call me? I would have been at your side if you had told me all about the theft.’ ‘Jack. It’s ok let me deal with it. Weekend sounds good.’ Helen made her. She started kissing both of us and we were fondling her boobs over her dress. We did foreplay for some time and moved towards the bedroom. I carried her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed.She was in the middle and me and her husband on each side of her. Slowly we removed her top. When we removed her top it was a feast for my eyes. She was wearing a black bra, and her milky white boobs are trying to escape from those sexy bras. I started to eat her boobs above her bras and squeezed her. Her green eyes were as big and curious as he remembered, her hair as red and her skin as pearly. Her luscious lips smiled at him, and the thrill inside his bosom was as thrilling as he remembered it being. It was her.He kicked towards her and they embraced, tears flowing freely from his eyes as he was reunited with the only woman he had ever given his passion to. She held him, and kissed him, her own passion seemingly undimmed in the time intervening their encounters.He got ahold of himself and. I was feeling as if I was split into two halves…he repeated…again and again with increasing speed…I spread my thighs like an open book…gripped bed rails to withstand his bull like thrusts…Venkat sat between my open thighs like a frog…gripped my buttocks in his large palms and started pounding me…like a human machine…I closed my eyes in pleasure and laid back enjoying his thrusts…’…may I have them madam…’…his request brought me awake…he was intensely looking at my bouncing boobs…as he went on.