My thoughts were about my prestige in society and what would my son think if he comes to know about it. I could not help myself. I cried out a lot of ...imes that I was helpless and cursed God for taking away my husband.One weekend my son and his six other friends came home and I was doing my work. After some time I just went into the hall to watch TV for a while and I heard a few abnormal noises and whispering in my son’s room.I felt something fishy and just opened the door to see a shocking. The whites of her knuckles showed where she gripped the bag in her other hand. She stood statuesque in the middle of the room; her head still bowed, a thin cotton flower print dress hanging on her limp body. “Put the bag down.” She dropped it at her feet, simply opening her hand to allow it to fall. It was the simplest of movements, almost pitiful.“Take your dress off.” I noticed her glance up at the window, the calculation of the possibility of being seen through the patio doors was plainly. It was pretty much all she’d thought about for the last two days, and she could hardly wait to have another go.After finishing the pasta, Gina boiled water and put half of it into the pot. She asked Olivia to watch the pasta and stir the sauce occasionally while she worked on a salad. Eager to please, Olivia took up her post at the stove with a wooden spoon in hand. Gina went to work cutting vegetables but was continually distracted by the younger girl, who was looking particularly adorable. ”They tapped glasses and drank and then they were down on the bed. Jerry kissed her and licked her and sucked her nipples through the gauzy negligee. She giggled when he flipped her over face-down on her belly.“Ah, your ass is mine,” Jerry laughed, and lightly slapped her butt. “Better do an inspection first.” He ran his fingers over her cheeks and along her crack. She giggled when he spread her cheeks apart with a jerk. “Hmm….uh huh…just what I thought.”“What?” she asked.“This is one sexy.