Do you understand, slut?”“Yes Sir” my wife responded with a hint of a smile.“Good Girl” he replied, still holding her left nipple. “Then w...at am I holding here?”“My nipple” my wife responded.“And your nipple sits on top of your…..” He continued.“My breasts.” She answered.The third open-hand slap came quickly, and my wife never saw it coming. My wife yelped just a bit and a red area was now clearly visible on the side of her very round breasts.“TIT” Dave announced proudly, “The correct answer is. Par Tushaar se thoda kam mota lund. Unn dono ke lund ko aise ek sath dekh mere tann badan mein masti ki kai lahro ka prawaah daodne lagi.Unke lund ke nazare se hoti kampan meri aankho se meri choot ki bhagnasa mein gudgudahat karne lagi. Main apni daanye baanye kabhi Tushaar to kabhi Naveen ko dekh rahi thi.Woh bejhijhak mere samne apne lund ko dheere-dheere hila rahe the. Mano mujhe dikha ke lubha rahe ho. Mujhe sachme ye lubhawni lag bhi rahi thi.Main unhe aur uttejit karne ke liye boli: Zara. Then fate stepped in. One warm summers evening I was walking down the lane to where I caught a bus to Lyndas when I was aware of a big black car driving slowly along side me. I looked in to see who it was and saw a good looking guy with silver grey hair and beard, tanned with a lovely gleaming smile looking at me. He stopped and leant over and opened the passenger door. “ Hi, hop in and I will give you a lift” he smiled. My tummy flipped and I felt my cock tingle at the thought of finally. Looking up I noticed she had long since thrown her head back and was fiercely tugging on a nipple. Deciding she'd had enough I latched down on her clit slowly sucking it into my mouth as I gently flicked it with my tongue.Still watching, I could see the exact moment her orgasm arrived as she squeezed her eyes shut, balled the hand that had been helping to keep her pussy open for me into a fist, used her other hand to hold my head in place."Oh, CHARLES!" Helen cried; her body quivering as her.