It had been a lovingly exhausting evening and she knew he had to go to work in a few more hours. She quickly dismissed the thought and focused back up...n the glorious moon that was out in the late night sky. She stretched her arms letting the moonlight gently caress her body once again. As she did so, she could not suppress the urge to allow her fingers to retrace the areas that his tongue had traveled earlier. His soft kisses upon her neck, his lips suckling at her nipples…these thoughts. I asked him what happen in last few hours. He told you know that my wife has expired seven years ago and because of his daughters, he didn’t married again and don’t go to women or to say he has suppressed his desire for sex. But when I slept with him in same bed the heat of my body made him mad and he cannot control himself. He begged me to allow him to kiss me and play with me for 15 minutes and if I don’t like that he will not do it again. I immediately refused him and said this is not. She was a beautiful woman, but she didn't seem too happy at the moment."I'm Mrs. Jones," she told Sally. "I'm an important person in this neighborhood. I head the Women's League and the Social Club. I do my part to make this neighborhood a respectable place to live. Now tell me, do you live around here?" No," said Sally. "Why?" Sally held Shep close to her. She began to tremble. She looked up into the woman's eyes, fearing the worst."Well, this is the fourth time in the last week that I've seen. That would have required repairing the hole in the ceiling created by pulling the vent. Brian simply left it in the ceiling, but not attached to any ductwork.He gently lifted the fiberglass insulation which was resting on the floor of the attic and slowly uncovered the vent. He felt his gut wrench when he saw his wife of twenty years moving under a thin man with a what appeared to be an exceptionally white ass. As painful as the vision was, Brian was unable to look away. He couldn’t stop.