I oftenly went to her house in the evening for clearing my doubts and after we were done we used to chat about each other a lot and all of the time th...t she was taking my doubts or while chatting I just used to look at her boobs and her ass and would be constantly imagining about the different ways I would like to fuck her. At the time of me leaving her house she used to give a hug always and that was the moment I could feel her huge breasts pressing against my chest and that feeling was just. Jed, her husband is a short man about average man sometimes funny and sometimes very loud.Pat, my wife is a very straight foreword woman and looks good, well you’ve seen her in the pictures of her on here. One day Pat told me she was having lunch with Betty. I wished I could have went with them butI had to work. When I got done with what I had to do I headed home as quick as I could in hopes of getting their before Betty left. I didn’t call to let them know I had got off early and was on my way. Softly curled bouncy bangs whispered against my delicately thin eyebrows. A part down the center of my head separated the full shiny tresses into twin ponytails. These were formed just above and behind my ears, secured by shiny lace edged pink satin ribbons tied into delicate bows. This created fountains of silky hair that seemed to erupt from my head to scintillatingly cascade down to barely kiss my exquisite exposed shoulders. What really set off the discordance of the erotic/pristine. Allen floundered for a while … he began and ended several relationships over a couple of years, but never emotionally invested in any of those women. He finally met Jennifer … you’ve seen her at the Tea Room.’ ‘Oh, yes. I remember her. She’s a beautiful woman, bright … seems nice … always orders the chamomile tea. But somehow I get the feeling she’s not happy … there’s something just under the surface that I can’t quite figure out.’ ‘That’s right. I’m afraid that’s all I know until Allen gets.