After all, I've got to save some for my wife or she'll get suspicious." I don't like sharing you with her," Mona pouted."Honey, we agreed on that righ... from the start," Bob reminded her as he began unbuttoning her low-cut red blouse. "I don't intend to divorce her. I can't do that to the kids." I know," Mona sighed, "but that doesn't mean I have to like the idea."All the while Bob was quickly and deftly opening her blouse. He drew it off, leaving her in a sexy see-through lace bra that looked. Peterson keeps digging that hole he wants to hide in."Funny. The woman had no idea how right she was. But as I shriveled up like a salted slug behind my book, I didn't notice the girl sat two rows in front of me glance over her shoulder to stare at my pathetic attempts to disappear with an amused expression on her gorgeous face.Mom was right. Sometimes it's not who you are or what you look like that matters. It's about something much more than that. Something called the whims and attractions of. Her hand was on the back of my head as I took first one then the other nipple between my lips, sucking, biting and licking them; her moans of pleasure music to my ears. I reached down and began to gently rub her pussy, first along the outer lips, then inserting a finger into her. She arched her back, pressing herself upward to meet my hand, then, in a soft husky voice she moaned,"Please I need you, now."I climbed over between her legs and guided my cock into her. The feeling was unbelievable as. She was very happy and kissed me on mi cheeks and told me that she is bearing child of her dead husband the doctors have told her and they have advised full and complete rest for next few months so I brought her at mi home, locking her flat. She was now happy living with me but missing her husband at large. With every passing day she was busy in thinking about her child and I was to look after her by taking her to doctor and allied services. She was becoming frank to me and was sharing every.