On their way to Fanny’s house, Edison grabbed her ass, kneaded her t**s, and touched her down there from time to time. Fanny’s pants were getting wet. After they walked for about twenty minutes, the house was only a few miles away. It was a three-story well-decorated building with a big yard, one of the best houses in the village.
Fanny urged Edison to leave as they approached the house, “Edison, it’s late. You should go. If George sees that we are together, he may misunderstand you.”
Speaking of her husband, Fanny felt sorry for herself. After all, she was married and had a daughter. While Edison was young. She would love to marry Edison if she was a single woman or even a single mom.
“Okay, Fanny. But be careful and don’t let George hear you. I’m afraid he will be angry when
