I started the CD player and tied to relax. The damned lawyers were almost as bad as the fools at Stethbridge. They wanted affidavits for everything. A... least traffic was not that heavy. Margaretta was watchful in the seat beside me. Her job was to protect both me and my property though she could suck a clit with the best. Too bad she was one of those that were addicts.Later I took the exit to 16th Avenue. I drove down the major street for only a few blocks when a cube van smashed into my side. Especially on the tenth day of the month, when the alimony check to his ex-wife comes due.Now me, I've managed to avoid marriage. At 40, I'm the neighborhood's confirmed bachelor, and the local eligible gals have long since given up on me. I hardly even go out on dates any more. Everyone suspects there's something wrong with me. Maybe there is.You see, I've found a substitute for women. For real-life women, that is. I dream.As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fantasizing about what. My aunt used to take care about my food and requirements she used to come to my room every now and then. One day she came to my room wearing a new saree whose blouse was really low cut I had never seen her in that saree so I just asked her regarding the saree and she told me that she had got it now only suddenly the bottle fell down and the water was spilled all over the floorI said sorry and went to get the mob but she told me that she will do it and told me to study she got the mob and. Her body gently rubbed against mine, yearning for relief from the heat of desire coursing through her veins. It became obvious how badly she wanted this. Sofia brought her hands down, gently tugging at the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms up momentarily as she effortlessly pulled it over my head and I tossed it aside. She gazed upon my bare flesh for a moment. Her trembling, delicate hands slowly slid down my shoulders and to my abdomen. She continued panting quietly, her hands going up behind.