Their mother was due to pick them up in a few hours and their small overnight bags were ready and waiting in the hall.I wandered quietly around the ho...use. I flicked through back copies of Architectural Digest and FRAME, examined schoolwork on the walls, watched half an episode of a sitcom. I picked up abandoned toys and took them upstairs. The door to Lee’s bedroom was open. I didn’t go in. I never went in. It seemed a step too far. I looked at the bed and the wardrobe and the line of books on. Yes, I did have a number of good partners who were visiting me in the afternoons or when my hubby was out of station. Maybe, I was intimate with around 8 or 12, very healthy men who could satisfy me completely. I don’t know if my husband suspected me any time, but he never broached that subject. He was happy with his business in India and abroad. He left me when I was 35.After my menopause in the 40s, a friend who is a doctor advised me that sex after menopause is painful, risky and may bring. But I couldn't take the thought of keeping her caged in unhappiness when she deserved to be someone's one and only. To be someone's dearest love and not just my "second choice." After I succumbed to my foolish weaknesses, our relationship became obsolete. There was nothing to try and save, no matter how much we both wanted to make it all work out. I couldn't make her happy and setting her free was the best thing I could do for her. Even if it did hurt the both of us. It's better this way. Kris threw her head back as she met my every thrust with her own rhythm. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her tight as we both climaxed.Kris was having such a good time, she was like a kid at heart. We dried each other off and ran right into bed. I laid down. My cock was already starting to stiffen again. Kris sucked into her mouth without a second thought. She used every trick she knew and was driving me absolutely wild with desire. Soon I was on top of her again pounding away with.