In our side ladies don’t touch anyone other than husbands. Immediately I remembered that my mil was touching me more frequently than earlier days. S...metimes she touches my shoulder and asks if I want more rice sometimes she places her hand on my legs while I was watching TV. She did that soo smooth and subtle that I didn’t notice it at that time.I immediately send about this clues to Mathew. As he said I started modifying my routine to make a move at my Mil.I used to watch news channels after. All this new found love of fitness, it was just sneaking out for some pussy. I down the rest of my glass of wine and open his messenger to see what else this bitch has sent him.Fucking selfies… first in skin-tight gym clothes, then lingerie, then nothing. A picture of her legs spread, finger slid inside her slit. Wish you were here. That fucking slut. She’s a skinny little bitch, a toothpick. I can’t imagine what she would ever do in a gym (or bed for that matter) because it looks like anything. ”“You got that right.” Meg said.Henry let them laugh a moment then said. “Hilarity aside. How are we going to deal with this and still keep Frith?”Meghan thought a moment then said. “The Ladies that were at the Healing House already know. They said they would handle their men if they tried to give any grief about our marriage. So a lot of the problem is solved there. The Christians I’m not sure of. I know from Mrs. Addison that while having more than one wife was very rare it wasn’t unknown. The swollen head of his cock nudges the back of my throat and I very nearly puke, spit gushing up and running over his shaft."Oh yeah, look at those tears," He whispers, and I know he's watching my mascara run down my cheeks. He can't resist pulling his cock out and slapping me with it a few times, before shoving it back in from a sideways angle to push out my cheek from the inside. Then he's out again, and undressing fully. I stay knelt down, catching my breath for a moment. I wipe the mess.