I was left with Rika, a skinny and tall girl with dyed red highlights in her hair and a nice ass.Both of us were a bit too drunk to move around outsid...e so we stayed in. We were talking a bit when she sat on my thighs with her legs on either side of me. We started making out as my cock responded to her soft ass. We moved wobbily to the bed as we stripped. She fell flat on the bed. I pulled her out a bit so that her legs and ass were of the bed. I knelt and started eating her pussy and tounging. ..”“Shh. You don’t have to talk, my love.”“But I want to.” I reached under the pillow and pulled out a sheet of paper I’d prepared. “I know words. I know them, Morgan, but I can’t make my mouth say them. It’s so frustrating. I know it looks stupid and canned to listen to me read this to you, but I need you to know. I need it. I love you, Morgan le Fay. Our mother told me you were the source of all the good ideas in my life, and I believe her. I have known you took care of me and could never say. As I rounded the corner to the study, I suddenly bumped into Kurt. The unintentional collision caused an even bigger impact when I realized who was standing beside him.“Kevin! What are you doing here?” I was in shock.My husband looked distressed as he stepped forward. “Jennifer, I made a big mistake.”I was speechless. All I could do was look down in shame.“I flew all night to come and save my marriage.Tell me I'm not too late.”Kurt tried to diffuse things as he said, “Kevin, she loves y—”“Shut. It has been 9 years since my father died and she spent most of her time in prayers and meditation. On the other hand it was around this time I discovered the art of masturbation and I start spending most of the time in the new hobby.Then there comes a friend of my mom, Sindhu, to our house. That’s when all the fantasies and joy in my life started. She was 38, a teacher who just joined a school near to our house and so my mother persuaded her to stay with us. She started living at our house and.