Main ghar chala gya osne b waada kiya wo ghar jaroor aaye gi. Mummy ne aaj satsang sunnane ke liye jaana tha mummy ne muje 11baje he roti khila di or ...o whaa chali gai or papa office challe gyethey main aksar he jab ghar koi naihn hota tha main sexy movie lgakar muth marta tha .maine vaise he kiya cd lagai or dekhne laga kujder he hui thi bahar se kisi ne bell mar di maine jaldi jaldi main cdband nahin ki lakin TV ko remote se he band kiya or bahar aa gya.dekha to dekhta reh gya mere samne. I followed the trail down, the sounds getting a bit louder and clearer as I got closer to the river. As I came around the corner I suddenly was frozen in shock. There was a picnic table along the river bank&hellip,and there on the table was my wife. She was bent over the end of the table, her long skirt pulled up around her waist, while one of the guys from her work was standing behind her, ramming his cock in and out of her pussy, as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back hard. She was. My breath could have cut a swath through a jungle. The only thing I didn't feel was a hard-on, for the first time in years. All these exaggerations reminded me that I was a creature of habit. Except for the pee. I wasn't imagining that. I slipped out of bed and cautiously approached the upstairs bathroom. All was clear.Thus my day began, toilet led to shower, led to my toothbrush, led to gargling salt water. Thank God, I didn't have to shave yet. I wrapped a towel around my midsection and. For two months everything was fine – I continued to have my nights away and it didn’t take long for Jane my granddaughter to realise I had a friend that was a little more than an acquaintance. She said to me one night – you sleep with her don’t you. I was truthful and we discussed the fact of her grandmother having died and I felt like life should go on and my lady friend was in a similar situation alone and lonely and we shared a common interest. She said you are a dirty old man and we.