She was lying on the floor, wearing a frilly pj top, the babydoll type that didn’t cover anything, and doing leg-lifts, her arms outstretched and ne...k arched. Damn, but she was pretty. As good looking as any porn queen or centerfold. Currently she was a blonde but she had started darker, kind of mousy hair like mine, dishwater blonde somebody told me, and had so far tried a dozen shades - I liked the redhead best and told her so.So I stood there in the doorway looking at her and felt my big. I took deep breaths as she moved her fingers delicately over her pale green snake pattern panties and onto her thighs. Her delicious brown nipples pointed up towards the ceiling as she teased herself some more. Our eyes were locked in a trance with one another, daring each other to make the first move. I placed my hand on her thigh, making her gasp at my gentle touch. I could feel the heat from her pussy against my skin as I held my hand still for a few moments. With her eyes firmly fixed on. But sameer didn’t stop thrusting her until he exhausted.Few days passed, when ever i see her, i saw a sadness and dissatisfaction in her eyes. I wanted to talk to her but was never gained the courage to go near her as she always used to go inside if i was coming. Like this few days passed. And as usual my cricket leagues were about to start and I used to practice at the terrace. She once came to the terrace to hang her clothes and she saw me. I took her easy and continued with my work and she. ’ ‘Jane, we’re eating together. I’m feeding you! I feel as if I know you so well except we’ve just met. This is strange for me as well, do you believe that?’ I looked up at him and saw his vulnerability too. ‘What happened between you and your wife?’ ‘She met someone else. Someone who wasn’t as busy as me. I work too many hours, Jane. It’s the way I am. But what about you?’ I told Mark about my marriage, how we had grown apart, two people living parallel lives and how my husband had.