Knowing the man in the bed is not her husband, Alan can only figure that her husband hasn’t been paying the attention he should to her. For the mome...t, Alan is envious of the husband. If he were married to someone like Marian, or Judy, he would treat her like a queen. Marian has a spectacular figure with breasts that fill out largely, topped with large, pale areolas that instantly grab attention. He should know because they have his immediately. Looking down, Marian inspects them and tweaks her. An out of proportion percentage of them are Ivy League. Young. Some of them do-gooders. But most are bottom-liners.”“Ivy. That’s interesting. I’d have thought they’d go to Wall Street. Or Silicon Valley.”“A lot of them will. But there’s a tech side to solar energy. The panels, particularly Chinese ones, are getting more and more efficient. And while it’s not hedge fund money, there’s profit in rural Africa.”“And these Ivy Leaguers spotted it.”“Yeah. They spotted what most utility companies. I told her that a little excess oil came out and as olive oil was my favorite, I could not resist. She knew it and said that’s why I was so healthy. She and dad knew that olives were my favorite and dad used to send the olive fruit boxes regularly from gulf as they are very expensive here in India. He wanted his son to be healthy than other boys. when there was no objection from mummy to lick her ass, I also licked her bare back after licking my entire mummy’s back.I thought that now to do the. Chris wrapped his arms around her middle and rested his head on her breasts. He loved it when she held him. She was so very soft and supple. It was like he was resting on a soft cloud. They intertwined their legs together and Trina caressed his head."Mmmmmmm.... Heaven..." Chris moaned. He ran his hand along Trina's curves, exploring his playground. He knew every dip, every rise, every contour of her body. Her soft belly, her thick thighs, her butt, everything.Trina was purring like a spoiled.