"Oh, come on now, Russ! That hardly counts as anal in my book, and it shouldn't count in yours either! I mean," she purred in an ever huskier voice, "... pro assfucker like you shouldn't use the term 'anal' for anything less than a full blown balls-deep rump ride, don't you think, baby?"That comment, not to mention the sweetly sluttish tone in which Lizzie delivered it, stirred a maelstrom of lust and love inside me that led to an intense make out session followed by another bout of 'catching up'. She looked at it and her hands started shaking. She cried and shook her head. "What's wrong, mom? You should be happy?" Saturday nights I don't go out with friends. I've got a blackmailer. I'm one of his whores. He'll just take it all like he does everything else." She cried with her head on her arms. I was stunned. No wonder we didn't have anything. I stood up and mindlessly stroked her hair. "It's okay, mom. We'll figure out something. Hey, is he the guy driving the car that comes to pick you. You could tell he was running wild and enjoying himself off his leash. When things started to mellow a little bit it was time for Margaritta number two. That’s when I’m ready for the slow jams. Bring out the George Benson ‘Breazin” light jazz and the ‘Lights’ by Journey power ballads topped off with the soulfull classics like ‘Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye. (O-O-O O c***d!) Then came Margarita number three. It’s always good to be with people you know in a place where everyone knows you if you. She even started touching me while cracking jokes. I am very much eagerly waiting to have sex with her. But how to proceed directly i don’t know.My luck turned out very quickly. Next day I made a plan that I asked my wife to go to her frds house and asked to come to home little bit late. So that we two can stay lonely for some time. As per plan Padma left to her friend’s house . In the evening me and Prasanthi came back from office I went to my room and Prasanthi went to another bedroom. I just.