, suddenly he looked at her and was wonder stuck looking at her exposed upper breasts. He was not listening to me, and I observed he is looking at my ...F with an intention to touch her fully salivating. But that day he could not do anything since he was my friend and Nicky was my GF. But that very thought got into my head and I just wanted him to touch her once at least. Finally, on day came where we had to write our assignments and there was only one day’s time. Again all 3 of us were together;. And my dewar was willing to do anything. It so happened once my hubby has to go out of station for the purpose of some business for 7 days .It was a marriage in the family of one of my father in law “s friend so my mother directed me to look beautiful and wear the heavy sari. I was looking stunningly beautiful . I wore my mehroon saree.make my fair in French role and wore my heavy jewellery.My dewar wore designer kurta n pajama he was looking perfect and I teased him.Kyo Bhaiya bijliya giraoge. A loud moan escapes my throat and Mr. Whyte continues to slam his cock into me. My moans get louder with each thrust and he lowers me down before stuffing my ripped panties into my mouth, silencing me and grabbing my wrists, holding them behind my back, my face down on the carpet. "As much as I love your moans of pleasure, we have to be quiet. You don't want anyone hearing you, do you?" I shake my head, realizing that someone could have already heard. He smiles and fucks me harder than before.. Up close he was even more appealing than before. I hope it is just the alcohol talking, because I faintly remember being married, and the cold stone on my ring finger was quite a chilling reminder. Frowning slightly at my left hand, as if it offended me, I absently began to run my right hand over my curves, squeezing my breasts as I went. A sharp intake of breath brought me back to reality as I noticed his silver eyes staring at my chest. Looking down, I discovered for myself that I had pulled.