Her mother had been in an accident and broken her. Diana was going there for a few days to help out. “Call me if you need anything, cookies are on...the table, I love you”, a kiss on the cheek and she was gone. Keith sat at the table eating a cookie letter in hand. He had expected his wife to be here, a protection against impropriety but that was gone. Visions of sweaty moaning bodies danced in Keith’s head, fantasies that are normally held in check by the realities of the teaching world. Babe, why don’t you lick the juice from your fingers?”, I asked her.“Huh, don’t want to”, she shook her head.But she licked her finger after continuous encouragement.“How is it?”, I asked.“It smells a little”, she wrinkled her nose and replied.“Come to my room, I am going to suck your pussy dry,” I proposed.“I will try on coming Sunday”, she accepted my invitation.She came on the next Sunday by taking an Uber. She was wearing a red shirt and black pant. When I saw her, I wanted to hug and kiss. More

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