And besides, her pussy was beginning to juice under the gentle touch of her finger. She sniffed her moist digit, and the gorgeous pungent scent of cun... filled her nostrils, making her groan with reawakened lust. She placed the book on the night-stand and began to finger-fuck herself in earnest, two fingers of one hand gently sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the spit-moistened thumb of the other softly rubbing her clit. It wasn’t long before she was muttering softly to herself: “Oh yeah. I am haunted by her, her memory, her image. I can see her, seated at the desk. She is laughing, her perfect white teeth. There is color here, her arms outstretched, offering her embrace. I touch her hands, bringing them within my own… so beautiful, so perfect. She presses her lips against my forehead, the warmth penetrating my skin. Vanilla, lavender, her smell is a part of me. I stand slowly… looking left, than right… where is the door? Where is the bathroom? This house, so cold, so distant,. No one seemed even slightly embarrassed by the sight of my naked wife and her passionate attention to me. She had dropped her tunic on the ground and nobody thought to pick it up or comment on it. Everyone was much more interested in the fact of my arrival. I noted much whispering and pointing, especially by the ladies."Well, there is a traditional feast for the men who marry the Head's daughters. This is particularly significant if the Head has no surviving sons, as I do not. My living wives. “Stop it”, Arjun ordered me. “This shows where you stand in front of us. You sloppy junior. You are fit only for this. Next time you look at my friend’s girlfriend, imagine this situation. Got it!!!”, he warned me.Akhil did not wanted this to stop. He intervened and said, “Guys, let him do it. He should learn a lesson and he should not look at her. Never again”“Na na na. This is enough. Now he knows what to do and what not”, another friend of Akhil said.Arjun zipped his pants and all of them.