"Why would you be doing all this for me? What's in it for you?" I honestly don't really know," I replied. "I am still working on that one. Perhaps it ...s just that I have come to realize I've been alone too long." When did you work that out?" she asked."Oh, about three hours ago," I said and went to get her stuff."What you need now is a long warm bath, a really good soak," I lectured when I got back. "Here are a couple of towels. Your new clothes ought to be washed before you wear them, or they. Now coming to the story. I am sitting on the kitchen table-top and was watching my wife’s friend Sandhya making omelet in the kitchen. The sweat drops falling down from her face and traveling towards her neck and her boobs made my dick erect again.While she was doing her work, I started to play with her tiny boobs by pinching her nipples and squeezing them. Once she poured the omelet on the stove, I dragged her towards me and started to kiss her deeply. Her hands were over my hair. My hands. I was so lost in the moment, so lost in the joy that I was feeling that the situation didn’t bother me at all. It started to feel good, to feel right, even to feel natural. A rustling sound behind me woke me from my reverie. Hannah cooed as she watched me fucking myself, encouraging me before she took my hand and pulled the dildo out. Then she lined herself up behind me and I felt something new enter my loosened hole. This was bigger, thicker, and I tried to relax as she slowly slid it into me.. ... Chloe eyed the screen of her phone, recognising the dentist’s number. It was Friday and she was assumed they wanted to confirm her appointment which was scheduled for early Monday. She took the call to hear the Rothmans voice of Aunt Mavis on the other side. Mavis smoked a lot and it still flummoxed her how she was kept on as she was more in the basement smoking than at her desk answering telephones and making appointments. “Good morning Dear,” Mavis rasped into her ear. “Fine thanks.