I was shivering like anything as if anything went wrong I would land in trouble. I was rubbing her thighs and pussy with my hand and my dick was erect...like a rod. I removed her blouse and get her boobs.I grabbed them in my hands and started to massage them gently they were so soft and smooth that I kept pressing them continuously after some time there was a movement from Bhabhi and she slept on one side with her back facing me. I was slightly frightened as if she was awake. My hands were still. She told me he used to do oral intercourse at least once a week, now he never does. The total of their sex is that he only has intercourse when he thinks she is fertile, and it is never tender or loving, just ram it in, cum, and go to sleep.All he talks of sex caused me to get a hard on, which if she looked at my swim trunks, she could see my tent, all six inches of it.One of the boys cried out from his crib in the sunroom, and Bev got up to check. I took this opportunity to get up and try to. We had dessert and our second drink when he casually remarked, ?You know, Emma, I finally looked at that website you told me about.??What???You know, the social media for kinky people.?I had talked about that on our date last year? How drunk had I been? ?Oh? Did you join?? I kept my tone light, unsure where this was going.?No. I found you, though.?I swallowed some more rum and Coke.?I read your stories.??Oh.? I stared at the ice and the anemic lime slice in the bottom of my glass. Maybe he. ” I think before saying, “I… I’ve been waiting to see the little man behind these trousers.” I lean in and caress and kiss his inner thighs as I reach his crotch. I take his belt apart and glance at his face: Sheer ecstasy, as it should be right now. I slowly unzip his pants and lower his boxers to reveal his manhood – long, hard, bulging, and inviting.I timidly take it in my hands, and with an approving gasp from him, I begin to pump my hand up, down, and all around. It’s so hot in my hand,.