She pulled her hand away, laughing. I lifted my hand to her face, stroking it gently. “That felt so good.”She nodded, “I’m not being fair thou...h.” And with that she lifted her hand and pulled at the towel, letting it fall away, revealing her smooth sexy body. I let my hand fall from her face to her breast, caressing her hardened nipple,“Like I said, gorgeous.”Her hand went back to my cock, tighter, surer with her grip this time. “Looks good enough to eat,” she said, elaborately licking her. His first orgasm that evening was induced by my wife's oral abilities.She swallowed most of his ejaculate, but several particles landed on her big breasts, face and hair.Shortly after he left to enter our bathroom, I was alone with my wife.She smiled at me and said: "we should have done it sooner" she took some kleenex from the nightstand and cleaned herself as good as possible.He entered our marital bedroom again and exclaimed that he is ready for a second round.My wife looked at his already. The thought of their music festival made me think about Mike Booker. I pulled out my phone and dialed him up.“Hey Mike, its David Greene,” I say to him.“Yes sir, how can I help you?” He asks me.“Tell me, do we have any bands that are signed to our label in the New Orleans music festival. It’s a two-day event,” I say to him.“Um, no we don’t,” Mike says to me. I think about whether it is worth keeping the record label.I have been thinking about selling the record label for a while now but just. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Yashvi’s mother, my kaki, called my name from outside. We all panicked. I and Smita ran into the washroom while Yashvi started getting dressed.She straightened out everything in the room and opened the door. Kaki, ” Itni der kyu laga di darwaaza kholne me and tu ye room me kya kar rahi hai? (What took you so long to open the door and what are you doing in this bedroom?) Yashvi, “Wo main Shivang se book lene aayi thi, Smita ma’am ko ghar se call aaya.