The groom looked immaculate in his tux and tripped over his vows where his nerves mangled his tongue in a mouth that was drier that the Sahara dessert...The lavish reception had been no less a success. Seamus's best man made a speech, which although bawdy in places had delighted and entertained all of those invited. Uncle Mick did his usual party trick of dancing like a puppet with tangled strings and landed flat on his back, sliding under one of the tables that ringed the dance floor. His legs. ? Or just guys who want to fuck you?”“Are you trying to pick a fight with me?”I lay on my back, palms raised toward the ceiling. “Not me.”“I don't think I love you, Jeb. I know it.”I shook my head. “Whatever you say.”“And, that's not all. I know you love me, too.”“Really? What makes you think that?”“You remember that old song? 'It's in His Kiss.' That's how I know.”“That's nuts,” I said.“Nope. Remember when we had that meatloaf dinner a couple of weeks back? Remember? You kissed me. That's when. So my mother and she became goods friends. I became like an elder brother to her son.We used to play Play-station at their home. I became a regular visitor there. Let me introduce you nicely to Seema aunty(I used to call her aunty). She was a bombshell of hotness having a curvy body with deposition of fat at the right places. She had a gorgeous face and was in very good shape.Her ass used to sway in a beautiful way which was worth watching. She used to look like a ‘Hunter’ movie actress Sai. Even we have a big age gap I felt good company with him. So he became a frequent visitor of my flat. Many times I have seen he is staring my body and once he saw me fully nude.It was a Saturday 11 a.m. I was just drying my hair after bath. He came to my home. We were at casual talk he enquired about my husband I told him he was out of station. He took a wine bottle from his bag and offered it to me .Initially I heisted to accept it but I have a wish of tasting some wine which I shared with him..