I used to enjoy. I used to describe her and I’ll send kiss smilies to each and every part of her. She understood my intentions. From then on we had ...omewhat similar to sex chat. She once sent me nude photos too.We decided to meet. She is from Bangalore, I am from Chennai. Her hubby is more possessive and does not show his love. He used to treat her as a sex machine. I showed her love. I complimented her. She was very in need of love. So I decided to show her.She booked a hotel room in. I stand up, and we embrace. My left hand is in the small of her back, and my right hand goes behind her neck. I feel the softness of her skin, and badly want to be out of my clothes so I can feel the sensation on my whole body. Our lips come together softly at first, then passionately, and I hold her tighter. Her hands are holding onto the tie around my neck, pulling me in.We separate, and she silently walks to my bedroom, pulling me along by the neck.Inside, she lets go of me and lies down on. “Say please,” she said as she lightly fondled my package.“Please suck my cock,” I begged.“Mmmmm,” she said right before getting on the floor between my legs and licking my balls with her tongue.She moved her mouth toward my shaft as it started swelling up. As her lips engulfed it we both heard my mom yell, “What is going on in here?”Kathy immediately removed her mouth from my cock and turned white as a ghost as she cried, “Please don’t tell my dad.”“What would happen if I told your dad?” my mom. ”“No, you’re too hard on yourself,” she says. “Sometimes I want what I want and don’t like not getting it.”“Isn’t that everybody?” he asks, smiling. “And maybe we’re just too hard on ourselves.”Another tear runs down across her cheeks and this time she makes no attempt to stop it. Instead, she just smiles a little sadly, walks over to the bed and sits on his lap. They don’t speak for a while, just nuzzle their faces and reflect. All the intimacy an affection they have been missing these last.