”“You know what?” Dave said darkly.“What?”“I think it’s Mike.”“I had that hunch as well,” I said casually, as if discussing the we...ther when I was actually discussing the identity of the stranger who had semi-raped me that night. “It probably is him.”“How can you be so cool with that?!” Dave inquired in a bewildered fashion, “If I were you, I’d be at Mike’s house now, beating him up to death.”“I thought he was your best friend?”“Yes, but I’m not the one he raped.”“He didn’t rape me. Just get. So he asked his Dad (Doug) if he would mind visiting to help me with anything around the house that I couldn’t handle. His Dad is such a sweet person and it was good to have company, especially helping out with our sons. One night about a week after Brad had left I had an extremely horny dream, understand that Brad is a very passionate man and makes love to me every night. So after he was gone a week I was one very horny wife. His Dad told me to go out with my girlfriends and to have a good. “Oh, Aunty, yes!””Don’t go any faster, or you’ll cum right away. I want to enjoy this for a long time, Shailu. Just fuck me slow, my little husband.” I paused to relax a little, just lying over her, panting for breath. she took my head and held it against her heaving breasts tenderly savoring my manliness.Once rested, I pulled my cock almost out of her cunt and then thrust it hard back into her.she raised her ass up to meet my thrust for thrust and once more we settled into a rhythm of hard and. M, as Mike called her, showed up just after lunch. She moved slowly, using a cane, and when she got in front of Mike she just started crying. He practically carried her inside and sat her on the sofa and sat beside her. I sat down on the other side, holding her hand. When she got her voice back she haltingly thanked him. He just hugged her and gave her a little talk about the circle of life. There wasn’t a dry feminine eye in the place when he was done. Then he told her if she really wanted to.