(“No coffee for you ,doctors orders,Okay!!)Shanky begged her”Ammaa oru vaa,nekku caffee yevolavu pidikkumnu nokku theyriyum”(Just a sip you know... how much I love coffee) .He was strumming his poonal(cross thread) , which was his favourite sport at home as mostly her never wore any top , only veshti (Dhoti)to cover his loins.“”Dei, arandhooda poradhu daa on poonal appadi illzhu kaadaey daa, apporam indha oorlaey shastrigalla theydindu engaey poradhu new poonallukku”.Vijaya chided him.(Hey!! It. He had already shown her the bank statements, the stock options, everything she hadn't managed to take from him in the divorce. He showed her the signed documents that made her his beneficiary in the event of his death. She'd taken most of it already... now she'd have the rest. All Volodymyr asked in return was to be kept company in his final moments of agony even if the only audience he could find was an ex-wife who loathed him and a man amused and disgusted by him. All Volodymyr asked in. She tells me that my bride sure does talk a lot about me and our sex life and that she feels bad for me because she knows that my wife does not give me everything that I want. And if I wanted she could fulfill that need. So sitting there with a puzzled look on my face I had to ask her what she was talking about. She responds that she knows that I want to fuck my wife in the ass but she is completely against it. But she would be willing to let me fuck her ass. At this point I don’t know what to. When I get hard again, we can try something else.”Her bony legs fit perfectly between my own, and the big, padded arms of my chair. As much as I love seeing slick, smooth, shaven pussies, I thought her thick, brown bush was hot as hell. I was pleased to find out her tits were sensitive. The more I fondled, kissed and sucked on them, the hornier she became. I was stiff, again, in just a few minutes. When her rubbing got a little more intense, I realized she was masturbating on my shaft… it was.