By that time, I was fully dressed and I let her in."Hello, sweetie," she said, giving me a wet peck on my left cheek. "My, you do look stunning. Al yo... need is the proper makeup, honey."Suzy was a professional makeup artist for various film studios. I had met her in a bar quite by accident. Of course, I always enjoyed talking to people in bars. After all, isn't that the reason people go out? If I merely wanted to get drunk, I'd stay home. It would be a lot cheaper.But the real reason - aside. .So we came into each others life through work. I was a Personal Assistant and he was a driver. Due to work I used to ring him every day with instructions and his itinerary. He was in his mid 40's with a Northern Irish accent, for the purpose of this story he will be called Alex. I was in my early 30's with a home counties accent, for the purpose of this story i will be called Zana. At this point i can't tell you what he looked like because we had not yet met, in fact we only physically met. ..she asked about me and was amazed to know that i had teenage sons...she asked how i could stay away from my wife...i explained the complexity of stress as best as i could..she shook her head and said that if my wife was with me, i wouldnt have peeped at the other village women...i laughed and she liked that...i looked at her closely and for the first time i realized how pretty she was...she must have been 5 feet 3..she was slim , but becoz of her pregancy was heavier in her bosom and. She didn’t take bath. I couldn’t see anything in her nightgown. It was from neck to toe and I went behind her and slowly started pressing my body to hers.She didn’t say anything. I hugged her slowly from behind pressing my dick on her ass and bringing my hands from back to her stomach through her underarms. I kept ‘my face on her shoulder. She said entra bujji, em kavali? (What bujji, what do you want?) I didn’t say anything and was enjoying pressing her body. I went to her ears and said aunty.