Chance makes things so sweet. One day I had placed it on top of a table desperate to get that piece of poetry read by someone. My mom had guests over,... and a friend of hers, though quite younger was unnaturally pleased with my rhymes. She had that same look in her eyes, the sign of intellect. I wondered how it would be to sleep with her. I quickly imagined her naked in my bed, covering her decent breasts with a silk white bed sheet. Yes, it would be great to fuck her.I did actually fuck her. It. From my correspondence with her, the woman I was trying to meet would be taking her folks to the Emerson Colonial Theatre tonight. I had seen her pictures and would have to find her in the crowd. Again, panic set in. No, this was weird, what reaction was I expecting? She was married, we’d only chatted online. Jesus, what was I doing here? I’d seen weirdoes like me in films. This was crazy.I was staying in a nearby hotel but had wanted to walk in the park for a while to try and convince myself I. Then she asked him to bring some good material next time. The sales man took all his dress material and went outside. My wife closed the door and entered the bedroom and hugged me tight. I could see the satisfaction in her face. That night we had a really wild season.After a week I returned from the office and found my wife really upset. I asked the reason then she said the nepali sales man was back in the afternoon. They were fucking but had not closed the door and our servant Ishwar entered.. A couple of weeks after this discussion, Gracie came home from a girl’s night out and stopped by our bedroom door. Fran and I were just lying talking at the time and invited Gracie to come in and join the conversation. She slipped off her shoes and climbed on the bed, wriggling her way in between us. She bent over and kissed first her Mom and then me. Not just a peck though, a full on French kiss. She tangled her tongue with mine especially, delving into every corner of my mouth. Of.