I was practicing alone as a solitary. But my wife found out.That’s mistake number two. I’d traded in the dysfunctionally neurotic Paula for the fr...ghteningly psychotic Annabel Lee. Yes, named after the tragic heroine of Poe’s poem. The night I’d woken up to see her carrying a butcher knife into the bedroom gave me a clue. ‘Sleepwalking, ‘ she’d said. Fuck! I try not to have a lot of rules in my life, but here’s one: Don’t come to me for a hug and a kiss with a butcher knife in your hand!So why. I lay back, exhausted, an awful feeling of emptiness inside my sex when his young cock eventually left me. But to my delight he was simply changing position so that he could offer his cock to my mouth again. I took it greedily, cleaning the head with my tongue before sucking him back into a state of semi-erection. Satisfied, he flipped me onto my stomach as easily as turning a chicken on the barbeque and pushed himself back inside his blonde English prize. Arousal flared inside me. On all. “Illaey ! ileay , naan yen kannaey moodindaen maami”.( No, I closed my eyes ) said Nara.“Appo yendaa onnoda bellaa ippadi vaerachindu iruukradhu”and she grabbed his cock over his pant.( then why is your cock so stiff and straight )” Aaayyiiyyaayoo , enna panringoo rekha maami, rhombo vekkammaa, irrukku”.( what are you doing Rekha aunty , feeling really shy)“Dei ashadu ,naan dhaanaey vekka padanum ,naan dhaan ammanakundiyaa irrukaen . Naanaey vekka padaamaey onnoda bellaavaey pidichindu nannaa. She then lied down on the bench and said” Take me, I am all yours”. Surprisingly, I didn’t know that entering will take so much efforts. Seeing me desperate to enter, she smiled & guided me in. Ooooooh what the feeling it was. Till date when ever I think about it, it make me hot. I stayed there for some time enjoying my selves. I lifted her legs & put them on my shoulders & started moving in & out slowly. While I was making love to her, I could see ourselves all over the gym in the mirrors. She.