My parents planned to go to Tirupati on May 24th and 25th. As I came to know that, I immediately told Keerthi that my parents are going to Tirupati an... she was excited to visit my house. Our conversation goes like this: Keerthi: Wow! So what are you going to do? Me: You wanted to visit our house since long time right? K: Yeah! Sure! Am excited! Me: Me too! You’re not going to the office. K: Why? I’ll visit in the day time and I’ll go to my office as usually in the night. Me: No, you’re visiting. "Yes," she said quietly, looking down at her toes. She had rather large feet. I noticed, clad in short, soft boots. "My husband died," she took a breath thrusting forth her pointed breasts, shoulders back unconscious of the effect, "let's see, four, no five months ago. Hereabouts, the tradition is for a full year of wearing crepe."She essayed a small smile, a nervous habit it seemed. "I cannot marry for a year nor consort with men. You must stay out of sight, I fear, during your time here, but. ”“You don’t want to think?” I asked slowly, gently shuddering.McKenzie’s fingers gently fondled my balls. “Don’t want to think...” she agreed. Her lips slid over the engorged head of my manhood. “Mmm...” she moaned.I tried to enjoy her soft, pillowy lips on my cock and at the same time wonder why she had suddenly started blowing me. Not that I was complaining, but McKenzie was acting like I’d just hypnotized her using my inner Alpha voice. Like I’d done to Adrianna and Allison.Only I hadn’t.I. "No," I said."Tell me the truth, Terry." I am." Then what are you looking at so intently over there?" she asked."Just reading a story online." Oh," she said, turning back to the television as the commercial ended.I was glad she had not come after me stronger. I didn't want to lie. Ihad been reading FictionMania stories, and I could not reveal that to her,especially my addiction to the "caught with consequences" category, inwhich the hapless submissive male is found sporting his wife's bra.