She had an active daughter to take care of and had a lot of explaining to do. She was separating from her philandering husband. And a sad byproduct of...it all was that she went from a thrice-weekly bronco ride with Milo and a routine weekend romp with Humping Henry to zilch.----Milo was crushed. He was now a summer session away from entering graduate school and he was a slam dunk for acceptance and position as a TA. He’d lost his inspiration, his mentor, his lover almost instantly. They met only. “Of course not,” said Chester, chuckling. “That all depends on you, not me.”“I won’t have sex with him!” said Felicity firmly.“If that is what you want, then you won’t,” said her husband. “If you change your mind, I want you to know that I love you, and will always be here for you.”“That’s just insane!” said Felicity. “I can’t make love with a man I don’t love! If I did that ... with him, I mean ... it would mean I fell in love with him. I love you. I don’t want to fall in love with anybody. After having the tea, she asked if she could start with the cleaning, I pointed her to the broom and she started working on it immediately. I am a shy person but did occasionally steal glances at her when she was working and I was sitting on my sofa. To stuck up a conversation, I started with casual talk, still busy and with her back on me she told me about herself. She was educated till 8th and then got married when she was 21 in Pokhara, Nepal. Her husband used to work as a security guard at. My hands were kneading her ass like dough and the occasional brush of my thumb teased either her asshole or her moist pussy lips, but it was mostly my mouth on the small of her back that finished her. I kissed up her spine, worked her neck and ears for a while, then turned her over. I had just ripped her bra off and was starting to work on her breasts when she came for a second time. She had a third orgasm as I worked her hips. Having teased her mercilessly, I finally threw myself fully into.