Her whole body seemed to be moving under me as I kissed every millimeter of those fabulous orbs. After several minutes I continued to fondle her boobs... with my hands but moved my kissing down her belly. I stopped when I reached the top edge of her jeans. I carefully slid off of the couch so that I was kneeling beside it. I reached for her crotch and began gently caressing her cunt and thighs through her jeans. It wasn’t long before I felt her hand first on my ass and then on my cock through my. ” Then she went on, “You haven’t noticed my other souvenir yet?” “Umm, no, what?” “My ankle, notice anything?” There on her left ankle was a little silver chain with a heart emblem on it. “Do you notice anything different about it?” I looked at it. It was pretty, there was a colored rose engraved into the heart but I didn’t see anything particularly unique. I’d read enough stories on Lush to have an idea what the significance probably is. “The clasp. Do you see the clasp?” I looked at the. Suddenly, I don’t know what had happened to me. I tired her blouse and removed her saree and made her naked. Her busty ass is visible now.I couldn’t concentrate on her ass for the first time. But it is so voluptuous and welcoming me to feel her ass. Where she had removed her pubic hair and her cunt is glittering in that lite with oozing of nectar. Her boobs are sooo huge and milky flesh is making me mad. By this move I was totally wild and started to suck her whole body from top to bottom and I. I mean that as a compliment. I'm Allen, who may you be?" I'm Carol Remington, pleased to meet you Allen." She drank her drink almost straight down.I bought us another round of drinks and asked her if she would like to sit in a booth. We sat in a booth away from the music so we could talk. She told me that she worked in a law office in Ohio but didn't tell me the city. She was a secretary there.It got me to thinking. Mark Remington was the bastard that stole my wife. I remember his wife being.