Early on, a thirty-two-year-old divorced neighbor named Shelli came over with a casserole for him, and he of course invited her in, and asked her to j...in him for dinner. Shelli was a bleached blonde, about five foot two, tan and fit, with still firm c-cup tits, and a nice tight ass that she showed off in a pair of tight, low cut jeans. He could tell her tits were still firm, because she came over with no bra, wearing a spaghetti strap top that clung nicely to her tits. He opened a bottle of. They clung together, passionately kissing. He slipped his hand down into her skirt and under her panties, stroking her. She bit her bottom lip to muffle her moan and slowly tried to back away but he moved with her, still stroking his finger across her clit. She finally backed up to the edge of the sofa's arm, braced herself against it, and closed her eyes."If Mom wasn't here, I'd throw you down on the couch and fuck you, hard," he said, pushing her back more solidly against the sofa, "Spread. When she realised I was awake she would lie back down on the bed and heave her tit back out for me to suck on for my breakfast. She would breathe heavy some mornings and pant as I suckled her breast with her legs raised. Mom would make the bed wobble and I would shout “Faster, faster” with excitement before she tensed up and her whole body shivered.Very often, when dad arrived back from work and mom was feeding me on the sofa he would push her skirt up her legs and bury his head in between. But a tinge of a smile appeared on her heart shaped lips. She moved back and looked at me. She finally said ” thank you Rahul, I am moved by whatever u felt but I am ur friends wife and maybe you should not think about me such way . ” saying this she started leaving the room and I called her name ” Neha, can you please keep this secret with you ” she said sure smiled and waved goodbye. I was cursing alcohol thinking about what just happened.But my gut feeling had something other things to say.