Jones reached Martin’s luxurious estate.“This boy must be pampered a lot. No wonder he has issues.” Mrs. Jones thought to herself.Mrs. Jones app...oached the front door of the mansion and rang the doorbell. She was greeted by Martin who was expecting her.“I am sorry. Are you….”“My name is Martin. I suppose you want to talk to me about your son?”“No, I would like to talk to your parents. Were you that person who answered my call a few minutes ago?”“Well, both of my parents are dead and I am living. Well, one day. I got a mail from one reader. Saying that she liked the story and want to chat with me and want to know about me. So regular chat started and she started liking me more one day she told me that most of the times her hubby will be on foreign trips and she is bored staying single and also not satisfied with her sexual life since most of the times her hubby is busy in trips and looking for some secret sexual relationship and was scared due to her high profile status.Then I told her,. My eyes were dark andsmoky with a little bit of glitter on my eyes and brows. Pretty/slutty. I cannot fucking believe I used to wear jeans and flats. What the fuckwas I thinking?Kevin was pretty hooked from the get go. We made small talk for a while.I think he was nervous, tgirl and all. He claimed he had been with ashemale before, but I'm not buying that. Eventually the wine was goneand he asked if he could kiss me. I said yes and he gave me a long drawnout French kiss as I let my body. Derick’s chest was now exposed for everyone to see and he definitely trimmed up a bit since the last time I saw him. My wife seemed very pleased that she won round 1.They seemed to pull the same stunt on the second hand as my wife won again. She asked Nick for his shirt. After he took it off, I realized he didn’t have quite the beer gut he used to. Apparently he had hit the gym a bit of late. My wife accepted the shirt, smiled and said, “Are you boys getting a little chilly.