”“When do you want to meet?”“How about the day after Thanksgiving, you could come to my house.”Well, why not?“Hang on, let me check with m... mom and dad.”I went to ask Mom and she asked for details. I told her it was someone I met at the chess match, who I beat, who wanted to play again.Surprisingly, Mom quickly agreed, “That should be OK. We can take you. See if they can bring you home. And make sure her parents are going to be there.”“Yes, Mom. It’s just chess. Jennifer and I play chess all. The second half was god awful,” he complained to his wife.“Oh, you don’t know what happened during the game, do you?” She curled her arm around his, and led him inside the house to his home office where they both had their own desks and computers. She woke hers up first since it was closest to the door. She brought up the TV station website and the top story headline read “Controversy at local football game.” Coach Fontana recognized the reporter from other stories he had done in the past but. After a couple of minutes of sucking, I’d hold her head with my hands and start to fuck her face. Soon her tears would be flowing over her cheeks as a result of my cock hitting the back of her throat. After another couple of minutes, I would get tired of her mouth. I would pull out and she would immediately know what I would want. She’d bend over against her desk and spread her legs. She’d look back at me with a look of desperateness and excitement. She’d know she would be all mine. I’d push. After our dinner, I cleaned the dining area and washed the utensil too. My wife and my daughter were astonished.I played with my daughter for a while and soon it was bedtime. I applied Vicks on Meena’s stomach. Layed down on the bed. While lying on the bed, I realized how much I love Meena and how much she loves me. She took all the pain without complaining.We started talking. We had a good conversation after a long time. Meena thanked me and especially for calling Radha over to help. She even.