We went through this here and gone routine every two to three weeks as Becca came and went on business. I hated not having Teagan around. I hated th... silence in the house. I hated cooking for just me. I especially hated showering and sleeping alone. Every time she went back to her house, I missed her more than the last time. That said, I figured things were about to get even more difficult as Tory, my daughter, was due back from college for the summer. Tory had just finished her. She was upset but tried to hide it and said,”It will take some time.”Me: Shruthi, can you help me?She: what? How?Me: all our friends are coming to the party and we want to play some indoor games.She: ok, but what should I do? How can I help you?Me: There is a task of wearing saree for guys but I don’t know how to wear saree.She was smiling as she might have imagined how funny it would be.Me: please help me, there is a prize of rs.2000 (which was a lie).She: ok, I will teach you to wear saree. I can see her abs flex with every up stroke of her now fully excited clit. Oh how I long to move my hands from her legs all the way up to her neck touching everything in between. Every ounce of my semen wants to be released inside of her, my penis is throbbing wanting to bury it's self all the way inside her tight pussy. I being to stroke faster as I see her head arch back and her hand is now tightly grabbing her breast and massaging it. I hear more moans come from the laptop as I feel. My wife Ann Marie and I met at a frat party back in College. Where she went through men like Niagara Fall’s. As a matter of fact her Dorm room was known as Viagra falls. I personally never thought I had a chance with her,thanks to all the well hung black guys around campus. Nevertheless I did have the pleasure of boinking her in between multiple gang bangs one night. Ann Marie explained to me that our love could never get in between her,and her vast ever growing collection of Fuck-Buddy’s. But.