Ellen feels sorry for him and goes in and gives him a big hug. She lingers a little to long and Ron kisses her on the lips. My drunk wife must have go...tten a little tingle from it and kisses him back. I give a little fake cough and they pull apart and Ron apologizes. Ellen is now supper horny and says "honey, this poor man lost his wife and he needs to feel loved". I being drunk now had to agree with her and she pulled Ron to the couch and played tongue hockey like a pro. I have always wanted to. She couldn't stop the haughty moans that forced through her lips or the iron grip she June in between her thighs.Once she could feel and breathe again she released him, sat up, and pulled him into a kiss as they traded spaces. He sat with her between his legs as she eyed the wet spot she left behind before motioning to his outfit.“Don’t want to get this dirty do we?”She helped him slip it over his body, leaving him naked and solely with the contraption around his genitals. He could see the. She used to obey the orders of her husband and take care of the household. She always tried to keep my father happy, her daily routine was to wash his clothes and iron them properly, arrange his sofa or bed, arrange his account books, cooked delicious recipes for his meal and also to manage his workers’ tiffin who used to come for storing rice sacks at home. She was an all-rounder and used to keep eye everywhere in house and outhouse.But inspite of these, my father was not happy with her and. After about five or ten minutes of this I moved my hand over to his crotch. I could feel his cock was rock hard inside his jeans, I loved the feeling of it in my hands. I started to fumble with his belt and was not having much luck getting it undone or his pants for that matter. Tom stopped kissing me and asked if I was sure I wanted to do this. Without any thought to it I said, "I want to see your cock, I want to make you cum". As soon as I said it, I regretted it, but Tom didn't, he undid.