His face was pressed close to her and she could feel his breath against the folds he had just been lavishing but it was his tongue, his strong, velvet..., ravenous tongue that sent shockwaves of exquisite agony rocketing through her. She cried out, a low keening moan floating through the air and filling the room, her clit quivering helplessly beneath his tongue.He gripped her hips, curving his arms around them so that his hands came to rest on her ass even as he tilted her up higher, the better. It was an affair of the heart, fully consummated by the two," she whispered.Danny was flabbergasted. He could not believe what he had just heard his wife say. The way she was going on was as if this was another episode of one of her tear-jerker soap operas. "For the sake of her family and young c***dren, if nothing else, I hope her husband thinks of her betrayal in the same way as you do," he replied testily.There it was once again. He was sure he felt her muscles tense up on hearing him say. Of course, I pretended complete indifference and that is the key that opened up her heart and her pussy for my extended explorations. Soon, we were humping like a pair of monkeys in the treetops shouting and laughing each time we achieved a new pinnacle of orgasmic release. I became fully conversant with her pussy, her tight little ass and the mysteries of her wet tongue and lips. She lost all sense of reserve and would fall to her knees not in prayer but to suck my cock with reckless. I knew what he was preparing but innocently asked him what it is. He said it’s Khaini (tobacco). I said you never used to have this, he said I had left gutkha and I use this instead. While cleaning the table I kept my dupatta away. I was giving him full view of my boobs. Then while he was sitting on the chair I went near his chair to clean the floor, giving him a close view of my assets. This way I showed him what I wanted to show without letting him think more in it.Next morning my hubby and.