She was up there for about 10 minutes and as she came down by me I got another great look. Its fixed I said and hand her the computer. I stood up to w...lk her to the door I noticed my shorts looked like a tent from my hard cock, but I dont care at that point. I followed her to the door thinking about what to do, but shes married. Shit! At the door she opens it and turns to me saying What do I owe you nothing or a beer sometime. She leans into me and whispers into my ear Ok, but I hope you dont. ”“But you can say this is my costume. Believe me, they’d be looking at my tits and ass just like the other men,” she countered.“Are you supposed to be a cheerleader?” She was asked, by a male admirer in a pirate’s costume.“Yes, a very slutty cheerleader. And this is my stud boyfriend,” she’d smile.It wasn’t long before we were up dancing. I couldn’t take my eyes off my wife in her sexy costume. “There’s Brian and his wife with Adam and his wife. Do you want to join them?” I pointed.“Yes,” she. With this, he took both the boobs out of her nighty and starts sucking it quite aggressively. He started to suck the milk out of one of her lactating boobs and starts playing with the other one by pinching her brown colour nipple and squeezing her boobs very hard. He did this for few more minutes and Mandira has started loving this. Finally Abhishek stopped sucking her beautiful boobs and lay down on the bed.Abhishek (holding on of her boobs in his hand): Suppi, you know Anwar right, my boss’s. They were barely B-cups. With a fortifying breath, I slipped out of the hoodie, one sleeve at a time and over the head last to make absolutely sure my T-shirt didn’t go along for the ride. Just because I really liked this guy’s eyes and voice didn’t mean I wanted to flash him, and he also didn’t need to see the little pouch of my belly.I loosely folded the hoodie and put it onto one of the trays, sending both into the x-ray machine. Next, I toed off my fake Vans to do the same with them. Dark.