Janie, do you want to come? I will treat you girls to dinner.” Mom said.Janie looked at me and I nodded.“Sure, Mrs. Jones, that would be fun. L...t me call my Mom.” Janie answered.We were in the car in a matter of minutes. I was sitting in the front seat turned sideways talking to Janie. I hadn’t told her about my Plumber adventures yet. I was scared of what she would think of me. I looked down at my legs. They were tan and looked good coming out of my jean shorts. They were not slutty. "Little bitch is wet already" he thought. After a while they both came out, Valerie was sporting the bikini he had just picked perfectly. He took a moment to admire her flat chest: her collar bones clearly defined, her small, sharp shoulders, her ribcage just barely noticeable through some parts of her body, followed by a tiny flat stomach with hipbones that lifted the bikini bottom just barely. She walked past him towards a mirror, briefly looking at him and his chest directly. As she walked. Familiar sensations began to course throughout my body. My breasts were alive, my nipples on fire. My belly tingled; my cunt muscles clutched at Ron’s beautiful cock. My pussy buzzed with pleasure, my clit had a life of its own. Deep in my cunt the sensations built, taking over my consciousness. Suddenly I rocketed to orgasm, pleasure soaring through my whole body. I seemed to swoon with pleasure. I fucked that cock to oblivion. As I returned to consciousness of the room and its occupants I was. Waiting for you. Your own Mani….”Now what was all this about? The message was very clear and I wanted to see whether there were similar mails earlier. I strolled down and found many mails from Manish starting even before our marriage. In fact there was one the day we returned from our honeymoon.Sweet! How was your honeymoon? I was dying with jealousy every night thinking of someone else dipping into my own sweet heaven hole and drinking your nectar. Was he good? Did you miss me or did you find.