We reached the main entrance and I was about to step out when I saw a car coming it, I had seen that car before. I tried to see the number plate and b...fore I could search my memory book, I heard Sunaina’s voice,“It’s Samar, what is he doing here?”She was looking at the car as well. Samar was here.“May be he is here for lunch” I tried to give an explanation. Though, I still don’t know why.Sunaina: “No, Samar takes his lunch only at the hotel nearest to his office, besides he never mentioned Park. ”“About the speaking engagement for my wife, you did say there was compensation, didn’t you?”“Would ... ten million dollars suffice?”“That would be wonderful. Is there any specific subject you want her to speak about?”“How about her experiences as the First Lady?”“She would love to talk about that. With regard to the issue with the jets, I don’t see any real difficulties. I can probably write an executive order and route purchase through France. Would that be acceptable?”“That would be. I lifted her off the bathroom floor and carried her to our bed and dropped her on the bed kissing her sides.“i always wanted you for a wife,” i confessed. “i always wanted you for my husband,” she confessed and we both laughed and kissed each other.“they did us a huge favour,” i told mom, she nodded agreeing and kissing me. “you are a great catch, radha,” and i slowly mounted her.my hard cock opening the doors of her cunt as she held my ass and pushed me inside her cunt as i started to kiss her. Whenever my mother was out, I'd always go into her room and try on her intimate apparel. I just loved how it felt on my skin. I'd especially liked how her bras and panties felt. I loved to get dressed in her dresses and even apply make-up. I really never told anybody about this. The lacier the better. I especially liked satin panties. They always felt real nice pressed against my cock. Fast forward about ten years. I’m now twenty-eight years old and married. My wife has no clue about this.