There was a second of silence and I cloud even see big question marks round his head, and he said, No, u made a mistake, u should dial ur number again... Is that a suspicious sound in his voice (nd after so long time, I enjoyed in his voice, how I missed him!)? After all, how many phone calls in US do u have with a speaker with Slavic accent? Politely I said, Thank u, excuse me and have a nice day…that’s the only thing I could say.While I was sitting nd trying to calm myself, saw his wife taking. I and my wife used to have sex atleast thrice a week & she would hear our mornings & get heated up.this continued for many days.I had never thought of having sex with her. Sushma tried to come closer to me,like touching my hand,rubbing her self to me while crossing.changing clothes in front of me,and so on. One day,sushma had been to a interview & I brought prone dvd and watched and had enough sex with my wife.and forgot the dvd in the player,the next day sushma came back. Asusal we went to. I wasn’t sure how to respond to this new situation, murmured a little “thank you”, and concentrated on holding the bottle for the calf. His hand slipped down over my bottom, causing another shiver to run through me, along with the fluttering deep in my belly. He gently squeezed my butt, “I really do like your skirt, and you always look so pretty in what you wear.” He kept squeezing my butt, then his hand was on the back of my thigh, caressing ever so gently. I couldn’t believe Mr. Frankie was. But something made me decide to just have a seat on the porch after I put the medicine in the fridge. Ranger was stretched out on the cool concrete as usual, his stub of a bob tail thumping as I sat down in the chair beside him. I reached over to pet him and he of course rolled over onto his back (his normal position when he wants his belly rubbed). I rubbed his belly and talked to him, and as I rubbed I noticed the tip of his doggy cock peeking out at me. I rubbed a little harder, and a little.