I wasn't going to let that ruin my holiday.I decided not to wait until Christmas Eve to call Sue. Wednesday evening, when I was sure she was likely to...be home, I called her home number."Hi, Sue, it's Stan." Oh, Stan, Hi! I was going to call you tomorrow. Didn't you get my card yet?" Yeah. It was very nice and thank you. I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year." Thank you, Stan. It's good to hear your voice. I'm really looking forward to next year when I'll be seeing you. Sometimes they didn't even acknowledge his existence.Ahmed began to form a plan. He gathered his life savings and secured a down payment on an old house just off campus. It was run down and in need of extensive renovations. For months, Ahmed worked hard to make the house attractive. He turned the main floor into a wonderful three-bedroom apartment, and built a second shabbier bachelor unit in the basement for himself.Ahmed finished the renovations just before the school year started again, and. It was now Peggys turn to lie on the bed. She spread her legs and said "Come. Now"Andy climbed on top of her and Peggy helped him by guiding his cock to her pussy entrance. Andy pushed in slowly, enjoying every second. Peggy felt his bare cock enter her tight moist pussy. Peggy gasped as she felt his hard penis penetrate her, pushing deeper and deeper, so slowly.Peggy: Oh my god, it's been too long since I felt this, a bare cock in my pussy.Andy started fucking her in missionary position. Her. I wasn't used to conducting a secret affair with another man's wife, and Karen sure wasn't used to extramarital shenanigans either, but we adapted.Kendall had the habit of going home for lunch at 11:30. That meant Karen could feed her husband, hustle him off to work again, and meet me at my little apartment at one o'clock. We decided that was safer than meeting at her place. My neighbors didn't know me, and so they weren't likely to be curious. And since I was single, I could be expected to.