As I locked the door we again started to smooch then after around 5-6 minutes we break it and she asked “what are your intentions” I said “I don...��t know either” and both of us again started to smooch and both of us are going with the motion now she was also playing with my here and I had started to kiss her neck then her ears, her eyes and trying to make her comfortable and relax as she was really enjoying all that. Then while kissing her one of my hand was on her neck and 2nd hand was searching. He wanted her very much this evening. The glint of her deep red, polished nails caught his eyes as she dropped back to all fours and then he felt her drop something from her mouth into his lap. He glanced at it, a black marker pen. The smile that crossed his lips betrayed his emotions more than he wanted. Her letter had begged him to scrawl obscenities across her naked flesh, to indicate in lurid detail the nature and purpose of each orifice. Later, he thought. Once she had finished satisfying. She was in her mid-40 and had a child studying in India. So it all begins one day when I was washing my cloths during weekend and the machine wasn’t working well. I was trying to figure out the problem but it was quiet difficult task for me. Suddenly she comes out of kitchen and passes by me. Seeing me struggle with machine she says if I have any problem I can wash my cloths in her machine. That was the moment when I first noticed her. She was slim and brown complexions wearing a sleeveless. “I want my cock inside you”.With that, Catherine, realising her pleasure was clearly a secondary concern, slowly raised herself up off the bed. Dario stood a few feet away, cock still hard and wet from her earlier handiwork. “If it makes you feel better you can take those off” Dario said, pointing to her wedding and engagement rings. Catherine murmured “probably for the best”, slipped them off, and placed them on the dresser. For a moment she felt like this lessened the guilt and burden of what.