I take a step back and lower my gaze, understanding that he noticed the mess finally. “Young lady, what did I say the last time you were painting?�...I shiver at the sound of his baritone voice. “Not to make a mess, Sir.”“And what have you done?” I keep my gaze on the floor as he crosses his arms across his well-defined chest. “I made a mess, Sir. I’ll clean it up, I promise! I just was excited to see you, Sir…” I dare to glance up at him and he smiles down at me. I relax a little and look. I said ok, she moved to kitchen wearing a phanek (a local dress worn by Manipuri ladies) and a black top. She have short hairs, she started preparing tea. Oh man my tool was so desperate to have her, but I was worried how should I go forward.I entered the kitchen, the pan was on stove, she just started boiling water, I was so desperate and out of control, I moved little closer to her and caught her back, (um thun mon mon laoee) and hold her for few moments. She didn’t like that, suggested me to. The boys got dressed again as I came down from my sex high and started to put my suit back on, their cum leaking out of my pussy. "I'm a having a little party tonight at the house. My parents are gone for a few days and am having some friends over. Would love to have you stop by" Michael said. "I don't think that is going to happen" I said, "while great, this was a onetime thing, plus I'm married, and friends with your parents" I replied. "Well if you change your mind, you know where to find. None of the men had on more than shorts. A lot of them favored cock socks. At least half a dozen were stark naked. All of them she could see were erect.She realized she was leaning against Josh, and his arm was around her. Her knees felt weak. How could they do this? How could all these women cheat on their husbands? It was insane! And how on earth had they kept it a secret all these years?The answer to that came quickly. She realized that all of them were equally guilty. Josh had said some.