She closes her eyes and relaxes her body against his tongue. Whilst he is licking her she moves her pelvis rhythmically, a soft panting noise coming f...om her mouth. At this point I stand up and remove my pants and shoes, feeling my hard cock in my hand, stroking it gently as I watch this man give pleasure to my wife. I sit back down, trying to control my own desire to join in.He moves his mouth from her pussy, and starts to kiss her other lips. She kisses him back passionately, obviously. I called Paresh sir and told him what happened and he was really bad mouthed and cursed mewith all the bad words without bothering I am women. He came back that day very late in theevening and I was with him alone in his office where he told this is bad and he has to givepolice complaint and let them do what they want to do. (For a girl of my background Policemeans trouble shame and all that stuff. In fact my husband had a complaint of rash drivingand the case was still on at that time with all. Sofía and her aunt and the others left on Thursday. I’d negotiated Friday off so I drove down after the morning rush cleared, although given the traffic patterns in the city “cleared” is a relative term.I’m not going to try to explain this festival. It seemed to be a mash-up of pre-Conquest religious observances, fertility and rain rites with an overlay of Catholic Christian ceremonies and liturgy.From what I’d heard, and looked forward to observing in person, the result was a pretty riotous. You must be little boy Bleu.” Oh my, he’s not so little and he’s getting ... bigger. Bleu noticed him staring at his swelling manhood and smiled.Extending a hand as he turned his naked muscular body sideways to show off his pride, he offered, “Hello. I am Bleu. But as you might guess, no one has called me ‘little’ for quite some time.” He winked flirtatiously. “I’m very grateful for the black wool. I do hope your sheep hasn’t suffered for the loss of it. Why are you wearing such pretty.