‘Nothing. I’m just embarrassed.’ Max stammered, before quickly adding, ‘Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk behind your back. Sending t...at text was an automatic response, just stupid Max trying to be funny and failing miserably. And I’m sorry, and I didn’t mean it, I don’t mean any of the crap I say about you, and I’m really, really not sick of you. I could never be sick of you. You’re the only person in the entire world I’m not sick of. So… I’m sorry. Can we just forget this ever happened?’. Paula giggled as we heard the introduction.My jaws then dropped, as I saw the “killer legs’ blondie” was my wife.Ana was there on stage, wearing now a short tartan skirt, a white blouse and white stockings, standing on sexy high heels. She looked like a perfect naughty college girl. I could not believe my eyes…Anita looked in my direction and blew me a kiss through the air.Charles whispered in my ear that I was a very lucky husband, having such a slutty woman in my bed every night. I did not. Wo sqwarta laga rahi thi weight k sath. Aur uska pura figure jaan nikal raha tha. Main uske pass gaya aur bola weight ko thoda sidda pakado warna aapni gaand ki taraf iskahara karte hue ki yaahan stress padega aur dard hogi usne bola muje pehle b bohut dard hoti hai.Aaj maine usse puch lia ki aapko dard pehle b ho rahi hai kya.Usne bola haan uski kamar ne halka sa dard hai.Aur usne mera haath apni kamar me rakha aur bola yahan ho rahi hai. Mera lund khada ho gaya . Main jaan booz k bola pehle. Her wet denim skirt and now see through white blouse clinging to her small breasts and flat belly. Her long, tanned legs ending in a pair of patent stilettos. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and paced around her car. ,About fifteen cars had passed and nobody stopped. Keliana had an idea. She hitched up her denim skirt even more and started leaning back into the window of her own car as if looking for something, showing off her perfect ass at the same time. When she saw a pair of.