She’s struggling mentally, and maybe you could talk to her.” Theresa’s face was a mixture of apprehension and hopeful supplication.Jo nodded. �...Of course. She can come when she’s ready.”Theresa nodded. “Thank you. I need to get back to her.”“I’m glad to help,” Jo replied.“Thank you,” she repeated as she slipped out the door and down the hall.I sat with Jo until dinner time; our conversation moved from one subject to the next, as she would doze off for a few minutes at a time, sometimes in the. She placed my hands on her wonderful boobs and I proceeded to maul her without mercy saying, “Oh SIL, oh fuck, you are so fucking hot, shit, oh my god.”“Shailu, Fuck me you damn son of a bitch, come on give me that fucking prick, come on fill me up.” Without missing a stroke she leaned down and stuck her tongue in my mouth. We kissed passionately as our hips continued to dance together my cock slamming into her twat. My hands were now covering her ass with a finger poking into her asshole. We. I was speechless.She came near me and kissed me on my lips. I was shocked by this. From inside I was feeling like fucking her. I pushed her back and said wat are you doing. We should not do this. You are married and I am your brother’s friend.She was in no mood to listen to me. She again kissed me. As I too need the same. I responded. The kiss lasted for around 5 minutes. I pressed her boobs from above her saree. They were so soft. We hugged for some time. Then she got up and asked. Wanna have. He was eager to quit so he could go play on the beach every day. So I spent several hours telling him about my life, and the things I accomplished with my abilities. I showed him my fan club website, and talked about my oldest friend Amber.I showed him pictures of the homes I had around the world, and all the places I’d ever been. There was a new eagerness to him, seeing all these places. He had no memories of the lake house, or the Empire State Building apartment. I promised him that we would.