So she did. She needed it. She desperately needed to feel needed and she desperately needed to be fucked…hard.With the party in full swing, her husb...and drunker than ten men and a gloriously warm summer evening, she grabbed her new “friend” and they walked to the back of the large acreage where she knew they wouldn’t be seen. Once she found a quiet spot for them well out of the way, she dropped to her knees, practically destroyed his jeans getting them off and wrapped her lips around his large. Once before I complete my studies she told me in anger “are you a fool and don’t you understand the meaning of our relationship – as she loves me”. Very sadly I kept silent for her proposal but we continue talking. We kept such a friendly relationship for two years and then I got job in Calcutta and left Chennai. Deep inside my heart I miss her a lot and inside my heart I love her much. But love is really blind. Our fun were eating special dishes in hotels together, sharing gifts each other,. Our soft now-bare bodies deliciously squashed against each other. Her breasts gently pushed against mine. I was wild with excitement to feel my young niece in my arms! I ran my hand up and down her back, she raised her head and our lips met in a light kiss. A gentle breeze blew her straight blonde locks over her shoulder. I rubbed her body against mine, plunging my tongue into her hot receptive mouth. My hands roamed freely down her back as I began kneading her wonderfully smooth butt-cheeks.. Sure, I wept for some time, how could he cheat on me, oh how sad that he died. But all in all, he was nothing but a useless asshole that I was lucky enough not to marry. He wasn't even such a great fuck, I've been fucked and also fucked harder and better than he could ever fuck anyone, including me.The problem for me was that the girl in whose shower he died was my boss, and because of our mutual grief, my hatred towards her and her guilt, it was decided that I should leave my place of work. It.