Other than the fact he was in his fifties, and was on his third wife, I hadn’t heard any interesting rumors about him. His wife, on the other hand, ...as an easier target, in more ways than one. Alison Stanton was my age and local gossip had it that she flirted shamelessly with men other than her husband. Okay, the rumors were that she did more than flirt, but no one had anything substantial. It was, however, a good place to start digging. I wondered if Armstrong had been on the receiving end of. Are you okay?"She was tending to me as though I were a little kid who had just fallen of my bicycle. I wasn't okay. And, I was beginning to get back some level of self-control."Tiffany, we're through!" I said. The tears were coming, my tears. I couldn't stop them. She suddenly looked stunned."Oh my, no," she said. "I love you not him. He's just a plaything. A sex toy, that's all. Can you understand that, Dexter? Just a sex toy, nothing more."She was combing my hair back with her hand. "Let's go. Later we spoke normally for half hour or so, than she left. I don’t know what hit me I bought some flower and a sorry card went to Swati during office hours gifted her and pleaded at least we can be friends. Though she behaved arrogantly that time but later messaged me it was sweet gesture and all forgiven. Than after that we had volley of messages exchanged. The sex with Mrs. Desai was a normal phenomenon every afternoon and so was exchanging messages with Swati. One fine day I asked Swati if. By the time I reached my front door I was so wet that when I flexed my thigh muscles I could feel my juices squish out a little. I quickly unlocked my door, flicked on the lights, and went in. Atfer I closed the door I stripped out of my clothes and went and laid on the couch. I spread my legs as far as they could go and slowly started the trek down to my pussy. I started out by playing with my nipples. I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger and then pulled them taught and released them..