”“You want fingers in there too, do you?”I resumed my exploration of her pussy. It was wetter than a haddock’s handbag. There was a round coff...e table in the room. I stood her up straight, still with my fingers in her hair and slapped her face. Not hard enough to bruise or cause serious pain, just enough to let her know I was in charge. I changed my grip and took hold of her throat.“Take off your clothes you dirty slag.. and don’t backchat me or I’ll tear off that vest top and I bet you’ve got. Maybe tomorrow she'd just wear her diaphragm all day. You weren't supposed to do that, but maybe she would anyway.In Chance's room, Bobby dropped off to sleep as if he'd run four races at the Olympics.The next morning Dee was up early as usual and she shuff-shuffed to the kitchen in her slippers, still wearing the overlarge T shirt she had worn to bed the night before. She smelled coffee and wondered who had gotten up before her. There was a surprise waiting for her in the kitchen."Chance!" she. I was intently looking at her pussy and suddenly I felt Amali Aunty’s warm mouth over my shaft. Her mouth covered my entire long shaft and her tongue moved freely inside. It sent a sweet electric shock throughout my body. I became stiff. Amali Aunty moved her mouth gently up and down over my shaft. Head of my shaft almost touched her throat. I was experiencing heavenly experience. I started pushing my fingers in and out of her pussy madly. I was unable to control. I suddenly started shooting my. And she did. She started telling me about how she was in an unemotional relationship. I still waited. Most of the times I took the side of her husband. Our online chats moved to telephone conversations. She would call me late nights and we would talk. Slowly we were falling for each other. Still we never talked about sex.Weeks and weeks passed. We started to exchange pictures every once in a while. Nothing sexy. Just normal photos. And I started to want her really bad. One night we were talking.