I may come to her if I wish. I immediately accepted her proposal, completed my work hurriedly, informed my family of my returning late due to extra wo...k and went to her residence.She greeted me with loose hairs, wearing only a nighty without bra, petticoat or panty. Her 36 B sized, stout boobs were just piercing out of her nighty and her cleavage was clearly visible.I at once embraced and kissed on her cheeks but she was a bit hygienic and requested me to put down my clothes and wash and rinse. I came home early for one week and again started to come late. This timemy wife got very serious and started the conversation again duringdinner."Dear, I'm very much disappointed with you. If you start coming latefurther, I'll have to urge you to leave your job.," Ramya.I did not respond."Kumar, What is meaning of this silence, speak something"I again silent.Ramya started again, "I've a plan. Everyday you come home late, you haveto hand-over me the clothes you are wearing. When you are running. I fucked her so hard our lower bodies seemed to bounce with the mattress. I went on for another five minutes and I could feel that the moment was near."Darling, darling. Finish me off. Now, now." Mom was panting. Her eyes were closed and her face was flushed with beads of sweat. As I quickened my pace with short hard stabs into her drenched pussy she shivered and contracted her pussy wall in a huge orgasm. I groaned, pushed my cock into her depth and let go bursts of hot liquid. I lay on top. It suggested to him that he was steps away from the gates of hell, daring them to open. ************** Ireland is the Land of Saints and Scholars, it is often said. Like many clichés, it is not true. It is, rather, a place inhabited by tormenting, elfin, leprechaun philosophers. They disguise themselves as elder priests and migrate to America to torture their protégés, passing out lyrical dictums with Communion. The younger priests cannot understand, but know well that the cruel riddles are.