His hands were beside my head on the bed and his knees were close to my armpits for support above me. I could smell the perspiration on his aroused bo...y. To help him in with this tit-fucking I pressed my boobs together to hold his cock in position and watched as the tip of his cock moved in and out between my tits with their hardened nipples as he steadily moved on me.After many in and out movements between my tits I sensed his strokes were getting more urgent; I clamped my legs over his legs,. Gene.’ I chuckled at the irony of her mis-speech, she had no clue just how ‘sweet for her’ I was becoming over the passing weeks. My whole life was beginning to center around those half-hour lunches that I spent with her, she was the reason I’d started driving all the way home for lunch after all. I just couldn’t bring myself to do more than talk with her though, there’s no way she was as attracted to me as I was to her. I knew instinctively that if I ever crossed that line, she would hate me. "Fifty-three!" I shook my head as I poured myself another drink.The sight of them fucking on my bed as I came home was still drilled into my head.A smile crept over my face as I sipped on my drink, I remembered telling a coworker about the situation. "You know what's funny?" he asked me. "Usually, the white guy comes home and finds the black guy fucking his wife; this time, it was the reverse."That still caused me to smile. Not only was he old, white, and wealthy, he now had my wife and son. Of. That’s my way of saying she is my sex goddess.“I am sorry to wake you up so early”, she said sarcastically.“Um, sorry. I was up late till 3 in the morning watching films. Please don’t mind the clothes on the bed. Have a seat on the couch”, I said balling up all the clothes on my bed and threw them into the tub in the corner.She said, “My name is Ananya. I live in the next door, and am new here,” while handing me a box of homemade vadas and sweets. “I made them today morning. Take a bite and.