I knew this as I could see his erect cock, through his dhoti, partly wet. Before continuing, let me inform you that this is not a gay story. I am just...trying to narrate the true events in the exact order in which they happened, for the sake of my writing and your reading pleasure.He thought I was fast asleep and came into my room to take something. He was shocked to see me awake and so was I. I immediately told him that I was working on my project, and he made an excuse to use the toilet in my. " She giggled sexily. "I think you should check it out." She winked as she kept stroking him, squeezing and twisting his shaft ever so slightly at times. She could feel him throbbing and knew he'd have his way with her shortly. She loved how telling him only fueled his passion, fed into his lust. The sex she had with guys was always good, but it was better coming home to him.He turned her around and gave her a sharp swat on her ass. "Mmmm, that's my sexy slut. Getting fucked by so many guys but. Then it hit me. Amy had talked to my mother. Double shit! I sat straight up in bed and looked around for a paper bag to ward off the panic attack I could feel coming on. I love my mom. Really. She’s one of the best I’ve ever heard of and if she could learn to shut up when a game’s on and quit asking stupid questions about why that tackle was being so mean to the quarterback she’d be damn near perfect. Except for this one tiny thing. Deep in her heart she believes that the only way I was ever. . she had to own being a bitch. Once I felt she really did get that, we planned a series of romantic meals at home for him with the kids gone. She knew his favorite eight dishes so we planned eight meals alone together over the next month. Each weekend the grandparents got the kids. They were totally supportive of her expressed desires to repair the marriage. I took Angela shopping and we gradually redid her entire wardrobe together. This is how we did it. On the weekends of her secluded time.