His eyes... They were glacier-blue, and feathered sharply with white frost—like rime, almost—the coldest, deepest eyes I’d ever seen. The longer...I looked, the more I could feel them cutting into me, boring right into my body. He raised his glass. Even as he sipped, he stared at me.“I don’t care to repeat myself,” he swallowed, “What were you were you doing?”My feet were leaden. My lips were locked. I was a green blade of grass beneath his gaze, rooted in place—brittle, and pale, a little bit. I asked her to press and play with them which she did and I ashed her I want to see her pussy. She told no and told me if I want to see let come to her home and see.I was happy and asked when to come. She told she will let me know and we chatted like that for some weeks.One day I got a call her for and she told she will be alone this week if can I can come to her home for a week and I told ok and started to think wat all things we need to do. And she also told me to buy condom which I bought. When turned back I saw her whole bra was lifted up till her neck so I gained some courage and told her aunty your bra is visible she looked at me angrily and she left so now I understood she must have made out last night.The next morning I casually went to her house in the noon and saw she was working I greeted her hw she is and as usual I was staring at her breasts and she was noticing it and covering it up but I kept staring this happened for few daysOne fine day when I went to her in the. “No one invited me,” Rhonda replied.“Well,” I replied, “You’re more than welcome to come over and visit any time.”Rhonda smiled.“Where is Vickie?” she asked.“Vickie is at work,” I replied.“ . . .and why aren’t you?” Rhonda asked.“I needed a break,” I replied.“Lucky me,” Rhonda replied.I offered Rhonda a beer and she replied,“I thought you said you wanted to share a bed,” she teased.“Like Jim and Vicki would ever agree to that,” I replied, noting that we were both very married and not to each.