She laughed and we discussed about my sex life.I took a risk and sent her a pic of my dick. I dint get a reply after that.Next day I went to her home.... She offered me water and I asked why she dint reply last night. She told she was unhappy with her sex life and and wanted some good sex and talking to me last night made her sad about it. I consoled her and said. You know I care about you bhabhi and I want to satisfy you and make you happy. She was taken aback and said its wrong and what is her. “Thank you,” she said with a sniffle, and got into the car, trying to hide her tears and bloodshot eyes. The skirt showed off a good portion of her thighs as she sat, and she pulled her sweater tighter around the silk blouse she was wearing, shivering a bit from the damp evening air. Julie knew better than to pry, having helped raise her niece when her brother-in-law and sister split, so the two rode in silence as the car bounced and jostled down the old dirt road. “Tell me what happened,. I buried my head into them and sucked on them. She took my head into her hands and said “Do not leave any marks please, I cannot explain a hickey now can I?” Then she put my head back to her breast. She started to moan while I played with her tits, and ground her hips against my cock. She felt wet through those panties. I could take no more; I pulled that black thong aside and drove my cock deep within her. “MMMMM Yes!” She said as she rode me. She reached orgasm shortly after but didn’t stop. Sticking her head through the door of the kitchen, she said, “Marguerite.”“What?” Marguerite screamed the question, giving free reign to her anger. Her arms were down by her sides with her hands curled into fists and her face was a mask of rage. Looking at the large woman, Shuana was happy that rage wasn’t directed at her.Clearing her throat, Shuana replied, “There is something that you need to read.”Angry, Marguerite retorted, “What? He’s firing me? He can’t fire me. I already quit!”“Ah,.