We ended up going to a bar that I would frequently go to before. Becky was work. Becky is this hot beautiful bartender. She is very friendly was alway... flirting with me. We were at the bar for a good while and I got really hammered. I Got home argued with the wife then went to sleep. “I’m in here Sabrina. In my bed room.”She entered the room. She was dressed in her usual wardrobe. Tight blue jeans that hug her hips and ass. Tight around her legs also. Tight tee that shows off her size C tits. And new, especially when it was suggested by my wife, usually meant exciting!Oral sex was our old standby, dating back to the time when we were high school sweethearts and used to sneak quick tastes of each other whenever we could get away with it. Somehow, while still mutually pleasurable all these years later, it was also very comfortable. It was certainly a routine, but I never thought of it as a rut.So despite our experiments in bringing pleasure to each other throughout our marriage, I had. ‘Do you have any experience Miss Tanner?’ his eyebrows arrogantly cocked, ‘ These are very important people we will be dealing with. I can’t have you fucking this up, there is no room for error.’ ‘I do not have experience, sir, but, I do have my Masters in French Studies and speak the language fluently.’ I closed my eyes, fearfully expecting him to dismiss the idea and fire me on the spot for wasting his time. ‘Well, I suppose it would work. But, I can’t take you to France looking like you do. ”I kept kissing my landlord’s elder daughter and then took a deep lip lock. At that moment, Shikha widened her legs and I could reach my destination between her legs by adjusting my rod poking her virgin pussy over the salwar. Even though she was wearing clothes, I could feel the heat building between her legs.I started rubbing my dick over her clothes. With each stroke, Shikha was giving out a soft moan. I also took charge of both her boobs over her clothes and started pressing them.