I was now wishing my husband to go out. What a change? After lunch I slept for a while and my husband had gone to his office at Kurla. I had just then... slept and the door bell rang. That day the maid had asked for leave and I thought may be, she came as an afterthought. I opened door and was shocked to see Ramesh at the door. His driver was carrying a suitcase. I welcomed them and the driver left after keeping the suitcase inside. I closed the door and leaving not a fraction of second I hugged. But I ended up between his legs while he sat there and touched my breast with his fingers. He got the clippers down close to the skin and I held my breath and he clipped it and then he brushed his fingers across my nipple, like he was brushing the hair away.Now I have to tell you, I’ve touched my nipples plenty of times. I’ve washed them and pinched them and examined them. I’ve pushed them into my breast flesh and moved them around. I even put an ice cube on one of them once, because I read in. Only a week after he had returned from that fateful weekend, she began stopping in to make sure he was all right. She would fuss over the boys, even though they were capable of handling most of their own needs. She did the washing, made dinners for them, hired a housekeeper to keep the place tidy, even making sure the boys cut the grass and washed the cars. This, after having spent all week at her own business.To be truthful, Tom didn't mind at all. Connie was her usual upbeat self, and that. As I began licking his musty damp hole the sounds from him became frantic and he literally panted with lust.After yet another patrol, Kev gave me the most severe fucking thus far. To add to my joy, I also got to suck on his dirty fingers as he fucked my brains out.*Six months later I was very sad when Kev started his own pawn shop. He had saved toward that for a long while and of course, his wife also got involved in their business. This new development was great for them, as they were finally.