Nothing drove me away from my husband but something was drawing me to my boss.Robert, on the other hand, was in the middle of divorcing his wife. Like...me, she was in her early thirties. Robert was in his mid-fifties. He is a very tall and handsome man with dark features and mustache. He had always treated me as if I were a daughter but a late night at the office topped off with a bottle of gin changed that forever.It was a Friday night and I called my husband to let him know I was having a. It was slack, offering no resistance whatsoever. She was sobbing. Partly through the sheer, overwhelming, intensity of the experience, partly through the realisation that she was power less to resist, if he chose to resume. That was somewhere between poignant and humiliating. Sensing that this was perhaps somewhere he shouldn’t go, he withdrew his fingers. She was silent, torn between residual lust and relief. Without saying a word, he reached for one of the pillows, putting it alongside her. Later i made her to roll on bed and stood on her and tasting her neck and later after i slowly enter my hand inside her dress and pressed her boobs and slowwly i raise her dress and i really shocked by seeing her boobs. those are very nice and bulging and she’s again not allowing me to suck. but i forcebly made my mouth over her breast . she hugely moaned likes ”sssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh abbbbaaaaaaa’she uttered words like ‘p;lzmanoj leave ‘ again i smooched another breast she agian. I stood next to the bed, and told them to lay down on their backs with their heads hanging over the bed. “Ready?” I asked. They both nodded in agreement. I put the head of my throbbing member on Sally’s nose then guided it into her mouth. I didn’t plunge too hard or far the first time. Sally swirled her tongue around the head, and shaft, trying to get the biggest bang for the buck she could. I pulled out of Sally’s luscious mouth then went to Alex. The same treatment for her except, she reached.