This was turning out perfectly. “Uncle, please!” My sweet Vardhi cried out. Then she moaned softly, under her breath. “I need to know you didn�...t lay, Vardhi. You know I feel bad about lying!” I continued to move my finger in and out as she became more and more wet. “I didn’t lie, uncle, I am a virgin.” She sobbed softly into the mattress. “I never ever have let a boy even touch me down there.”“Well now you have!” triumphantly I cried as I slid finger out of her tight wetness and placed the head. Don't forget, I'm trying to teach him a few key phrases in English." Well, 'fuck it' is pretty key," I argued."Right. Wait'll he says it in front of Paul Warren's wife and kid. We're going to go over there, you know, for a team party. Paul Warren told me about it today." A team party? Jeez, when will they find the time? We haven't got a single off day coming until we leave for Toronto on the next road trip -- and that's going to be a travel day!" You've got a day game Sunday, the last day the. We walked arm in arm up the road, until we approached the turn off where Angela lived. She said “Coming back to mine, for a drink?” with a giggle, and led the way to her home. When we got there, Angela fixed us all a drink while I put on some quiet music. My wife and Angela sat on a settee, I sat on a chair facing them. After a while of chit chat, my wife put down her drink and reached over to kiss Angela on the lips( a first for both of them), at the same time undoing Angela’s blouse, then. Over the top of a pair of pretty light blue thong panties, Em rubbed her sex just a touch. The smell became stronger. I moaned loudly. I was jerking at a medium pace, I didn’t want to cum to quickly I wanted this to last. Again her fingers shuffled her lady bits and again the aroma was stronger. Again and again she touched herself, gently, over her panties. The light blue fabric turned dark from moisture. My nose a mere inch or two away. Her knees bent slightly, and she picked up the pace. So.