She was quite a dirty lover, liked it when I cum on her face and called her slut etc. I enjoyed it too! who wouldn't like it? she was complete opposit... of my wife who I wouldn't say was a prude but certainly wouldn't like me to cum in her mouth! So you can see why I kept going back and arranging more meet ups.Anyway, one time (close to Christmas) as I walked in she was sat on the kitchen counter dressed in a sexy Santa outfit, no panties on and red and white striped stockings... My jaw hit the. Would he pay any attention to a call from her? She wasn't even sure the phone number she had was still good. The, what would she say to this man she hadn't seen for so long--Marshall, darling, please hurry on over, because I want to see if we can really fuck the way we should have been fucking, from our wedding night on?Her eyes opened as her son, *their* son, came glowing from the shower, walking slim and proud in his arrogant sensuality, his beautiful penis swinging softly between slender. But, this thought was already worked out, so when he rotated to his side and then putting me on the bottom, hanging onto him with my legs around his body and my arms around his neck, the breathing apparatus came into use. I adjusted and tightened my hold on him and remained on his cock.This was completely wild and different from the one previous time. I was relaxed with the ability to breath and not having to hold my breath and tensed about getting my next breath of air. I hung onto him as he. From the first day I was also thinking of Rumi and my cock always get erection whenever i fantasize about Rumi’s boobs.Here the turning point came.That day in the evening I asked Vishal to see me and I show the letter of Rumi to him and asked what’s going on with Rumi. Vishal was silent as a culprit without any reply.I asked ” Is it fact u fucked Rumi yesterday night, Vishal ?” Vishal noded his head.Now I asked him “Should I show this letter to ur mother?” Vishal replied to me.. ” No sisir, plz.