When Marie realised that Jane was aware that she was not the perfect mom she thought she was, she had to think of all the possible consequences of her... admission that she had been with other men. Men who had cum on her face and she had liked the feeling of being used.How could she possibly explain that desire to be used to Jane?It was difficult to know where to begin, but finally Marie started.“Jane, you know that I love your father, and I love you too.”“But being in Dubai can get so. They fucked regularly, it just got better and better for both of them, at least physically. And then one day she just ended it as she had done on several other occasions. No drama, no histrionics and outwardly not a hint of angst. She assigned his account to another, equally qualified associate. She wouldn’t take his calls. She knew she missed him, she knew she missed the incredible sex. She’d been down this road before, this time she ended it sooner than in the past. Her biological clock was. I was pretending to watch something on my phone, same as the last day. Finally, I heard a knock. It was Aarti. She came in. She was wearing a navy blue salwar-kameez.She smiled at me as she entered, I smiled back. She let the fan on today and started brooming.Me: Kyun Aarti, aaj pankhe chalu ke saath hi jhaadu? (So today brooming with the fan on?)Aarti: Haan bhaiya, garmi bahot hai na, kam hi nahi ho rahi. (Too hot today and it’s very hard.)Me: Garmi to tum me bahot hai, tabhi aisa haal hai. (I. Straddling him, I leaned down to kiss him again, running my hands over his smooth chest. He grabbed my ass roughly, and I ground down on his cock, my skirt already riding up nearly to my waist.I broke our kiss long enough to lean up and make a big show of unbuttoning my blouse, removing it, then slowly taking off my bra as he watched. When it was fully off, he almost seemed to growl, ran his hands up my body to grope at my tits, and leaned up to kiss and suck my nipples. I reached behind me to.