"Becca carried the little one on her ample left hip. A brunette ponytail wagged behind her white athletic top and twirled into a delicate half-curl ne...r the small of her back. Black yoga pants hugged her posterior. Becca was 5'2" and, at 130 pounds, she had blossomed from an average young lady into a full-figured woman.The trio crested the final steps and opened the front door. Leaning against the kitchen counter through the entryway was Becca's husband, Kyle. He looked up from a stack of junk. Now I want you to fuck another man for me.”“Not going to happen,” she said. She had a determined look in her eye. “You can get that effin’ thought out of your head right now, mister.” That’s when she rolled out of bed, pulled her robe over her head, and zipped it closed. “I’m sixty-four. What’s wrong with you?” It was her way of closing herself off to me.“There’s nothing wrong with me,” I said. “This is what I want.”She went silent. We didn’t speak the rest of the night. Or the next morning. (She knew he was, she felt his breath stop when she got very close).Then she sat down again with her back towards Shyam, opened her blouse, so Shyam couldn’t see her boobs and then fed Pawan. After Pawan was full and went to sleep, she careful placed him back on the mattress and hooked all the buttons except the top two. Sh wasn’t wearing a bra. So when she lay down again, you could see a hot fleshy item with a petticoat that went so high that it gave a peak of her cream coloured panties. Her. About this time Matt started to spend less and less time in the lounge and sequestered himself in his room. I only really saw him at work. The thing that floored me though was when Tela rang the doorbell to our flat and after being let in went straight to Matt's room.I was not about to let that slip and after she left at eleven o'clock, I knocked on his room. He didn't answer but I opened the door slowly.The slow opening of the door gave Matt enough time to jump away from wherever he had.