Eventually, the phone beeped and announced that I had reached my destination. I looked at the house in front of me and smiled. I knew that my mother�...�s friend, Margaret Donnelly, lived in a nice house, but this was something else and most definitely not like the tiny two-bedroom house that I shared with my mother and older brother.I let go of the cases and looked up at the building in front of me. I shook my head as I began to work how many rooms the large house had. At least five bedrooms I. "That's not something I'm going to discuss with you" Are you going to get divorced?" That's the last thing I want. I don't want to put Becca through something like that" "And since you cheated on him, he wouldn't have to pay you alimony or anything" "How do you know anything about that?" I shrugged "I saw it on a TV show" I fiddled with the hem of my blanket "Me and Becca would probably have to go live with Dad, right?" "I don't know" she said. She looked worried "May be. But not if no one knew. He threatened me of revealing my debauchery to Mukundan through anonymous letters at last.I had to succumb to his intentions and he fucked me at ancestor home, when I went there to see my father who got ill. He came to me the same night I went there. He came in my room in the mid night after every body were fast asleep. Mukundan was not with me. He fucked me in my room with my child sleeping beside after that incident he came many times at my home even during the weekend to my home. He tried to. ......bust my pussy open....give me all that cock!" It wasn't long before I heard my wife scream out in total pleasure. "Oh my god.....yes.......yes........ I'm cumming on your big cock!....Oh yes....I love the way your big cock is fucking me!"Mr. Watson did not stop fucking my wife, even though eventually her orgasm died down a little. He kept right on working his big cock deep in her pussy and slamming his cock in and out of my wife and she came again and again, over and over, more than I had.