It ends with Brandy nibbling on my tongue and quickly jumping towards my upper lip to bite on that as well. After rescuing my lips from my wife’s m...schievous teeth, I kiss her chin, then her collar bone, resting my mouth there and licking the sensitive skin near her neck. I savor the salty taste of Brandy’s body and move on. I slowly move my mouth down to her breasts. I ignore the nipples as they are still diamond hard. Instead I hold her ample bust, tickling the underside with my tongue,. My wife too stood up and adjusted her dress. Surprisingly rahul hasn’t undone her dress. May be he likes it this way. So my wife didn’t have to do anything much to clean herself, or dress herself. Even a panties was not needed to be put on as she is not used to wearing one even at office. She says wearing panties is not comfortable with all the saree layers and the petticoat. She prefer to go without one and not only her, but also most of the elder ladies wearing saree do that only. She says it. When my age hit double digits I began menstruating and masturbating simultaneously, my mind was already interested in sex, and on that year as we set off on our long beach walk, I asked daddy, how many men she fucked each year?He was shocked, but then again I was different from most girls my age, a loner and mature, simply because I listened, and my mothers drunken rants about her need for other men, left me in no doubt, she bordered on nymphomania, something I wondered if I also had.At that. I tried to stay away from him as much as I could of course. I stayed away from anywhere he could get me alone when an attack was due, but he always found a way somehow. I thought about telling someone, but I didn't know who.I sure couldn't tell my mom. That sure wouldn't do any good. The idea of her doing anything so rash as to stand up to him was laughable. She waited on him hand and foot, like he was some kind of God or something. I knew she wouldn't believe me, and if she did, she wouldn't.