I started along with My husband and with my son. We reached to the function and as soon as I saw my father-in-law in the crowd, my pussy got wet! I ba...ly wanted my father-in-law’s dick inside it.We went to him and I wished him Namaste. What an irony. My mind had all thoughts of getting laid and I had to pretend like a good wife and ideal daughter-in-law before the society.We were very busy in the function but we still had some naughty glances at each other. I wore a silk saree somewhat below my. Her husband, Steve, was a physical education teacher in a local high school. He was a tall handsome well-built man with hints of grey in his smoky black hair. They had been married for over twenty years but the dynamics of their relationship changed once Linda took over as Head Mistress. It seemed that being in charge of the school released her dominant personality. This change confused Steve but strangely excited him as well. Steve greeted his wife with an embrace and a kiss. He was hoping. Indeed, if anything he was speaking with her more than ever. She fervently hoped with all she was that he had attributed the whole thing to an overwrought woman too full of grief to think straight. Yet, for all that, the incident weighed on her heavily, and she dreaded what would happen if she pushed his tolerance too far. The stubborn, willful part of her interjected, then. So what? So what if she pissed him off? What she had said hadn’t been entirely without merit, and even if he became. "I looked down at my almost-naked body. "Wait, really?" Well duh." But... but... it's my room! You're the one always coming in wearing hardly anything." 'Cause you hardly wear anything. I thought it was fine." So did I." Yeah?" Yeah." Good." Fine."We both stopped for a second."I can't tell if we're still arguing," I said."Were we arguing?" I can't tell that either."Lexi nodded. "Fair."I looked down at myself again. "I'm gonna put on a shirt." Also fair."I threw a shirt on, then sat down next to.