The first conversation in the attached story is verbatim as I recall it, the rest of the story is pure fiction. I have changed the names to protect th... innocent and guilty alike.Shopping’s a chore I abhor, so only I accompany my wife Penny when my work shifts allow. Although we drive for a monthly stock-up at the out of town hypermarket across the county line, and a weekly trolley-ful shop at the local supermarket, Penny walks down to the local supermarket every afternoon after work for bread,. He can check out that I'm legit. Can you take off work for two weeks?" Sure. I've got some savings and I'm so curious about this whole thing I got to know what the truth is." Okay. Here, this is my cell phone number." I said as a I wrote it on a napkin. "What's yours?"She laughed and reading my number from the napkin, she simply dialed my phone and let it ring. I laughed back and stored her number into my phone. I simply listed as "Janice". She stored mine in her phone as "Doc". Smart girl.We. She cried out in maximum pleasure. Covered in sweat, we collapsed panting and shaking.Her breathless words cooed, "That was the best orgasm I have ever had, even better than when I do it myself. That was everything I've always dreamed of feeling. We were very into each other. Did you feel it, too? That was wonderful. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You make me feel complete." And thank you. That was the real thing. You're right, we were very, very into each other."We fell asleep in each others. I heard a sound from the bathroom which said that she might have been bathing. I was about to go out when I noticed that the bathroom door was open. I couldn’t control myself and so I slowly opened the door to see the mature lady of my dreams dressing up. She was dressed only in her black bra and her paavaada. She saw me and asked me what I was doing peeping into the bathroom. I told her that I was only seeing the most beautiful thing in the world that I had ever seen. She just kept looking at.