"Don't you think Julie is pretty?" Mr. Wingate said."What? Who?" Bobby blubbered."Julie ... my wife. Oh yeah, you know us as Mr. and Mrs. Wingate. Wel..., our names are Julie and Fred. I guess under the circumstances Mr. and Mrs. is kind of ... weird."Julie Wingate leaned next to Bobby's ear and whispered, "Glad to meet you," and pressed her palm down on his cock. Her hot breath gave him goose bumps and he shivered. She moved her head so that her lips brushed along his cheek and rested on his. Then while kissing I pulled her kurta upwards and she raised her hand to help me to take it off then I opened the knot of her salwar and pulled it downwards and she helped me to undo her dress then I helped her to undo my dressAnd we both were in our undergarments and playing with each other’s private parts and then I lay her on the table and started to kiss her from down to upwards and I was on the top of the table next to her and kissing her she was enjoying each kiss of mine then when I. I definitely can’t touch him ... But I can talk to him ... And...” She seems nervous now, for the first time, “ ... and I obviously send him pictures, and videos, of me ... You know ... To entertain him.”We cut to a different angle, indicating that we’ve edited her story down ... Which we did, because it took her forever to tell it all.“So he came up with this plan, for me to show him my devotion, and for him to have something to really entertain him ... And that was for me to, you know .... Her hand moved away from my leg, and I thought nothing more of it. About a minute later, her hand returned to my thigh. This time, it rested. No Accident!I smiled, and slid my hand to rest on top of hers. He continued to stroke her breasts, and began to kiss her face and neck. This was becoming a very interesting happening. As her hand was embraced by mine while laying on my thigh, she began to contract her fingers in a massaging movement. I smiled even bigger, and began to say "Ja, Ja, es ist.