I ducked my head down and kissed his chest, my fingers gripped his hips as my body slid over his. I could feel his hard-on through his boxers, I kisse... over his belly button before crouching in front of him. I pushed his legs open and he groaned. Andy sat up, I pushed him back down he hit the bed with a light thump and groaned again as my hand rubbed him through his boxers. "Tell me bitch, are you nervous?" I purred, my mouth inches away from his hard cock. "Uh-uh." Andy's voice was deep and. Later it went slow for few days and she stopped texting me in between for few days and also I was caught up with office work.One day I pinged her and she responded saying she is ill and admitted in hospital and discharged recently. I showed lot of simply which created impression and kind of affection on me. Then she started telling about her family. The best part was her husband is living in Dubai. I jumped with joy. I became close to her sharing all her problems. She was all dull being alone.. She went on to say that in our primeval history, families were tribal. A youth entering puberty announced his entrance into manhood by challenging the old chief for control of the tribe. If the youth succeeded in his challenge, having sex with his mother, the chief’s wife, established his control. The new chief solidified his control by fathering children with her. She went on to say that societal taboos on incest where an instinctive attempt to stop that primitive rite of passage.That lecture. My wife and I were not sexually precocious. The first time we kissed anyone was at the senior prom, when it was part of the ceremony. We kissed each other. When we attended the same university we occasionally dated other people. Usually we dated each other. We did not make love, because my wife wanted to save her virginity for her wedding night. That was fine with me, because I assumed she was saving it for me. I was right. Our first time the evening of our wedding was the most delightful.