We were open about our sex talks and she has told me partly what all they have done in sex. I was amazed and the more she told me about it, the more I...started fantasizing fucking her royally.He apparently likes to dress up his wife with cleavage exposing dress and her ass protruding out. And whenever she dresses up, she sends me pics of her ‘dressed to kill’ and exposing her skin at the right places. I have told her a couple of times to show deeper cleavage which would be a head turning factor. I mumbled through the panty in my mouth.Beena: Remember when you went to the washroom in between the first special class? You were taking too long, so I came to check on you and all I hear was you moaning my name and masturbating.Remember that day I was sweaty when you returned? I had to rush back before you came out from the washroom. The same day I gave you a problem to solve and went outside with the excuse that ‘I wanted to stretch’. Guess what happened? I actually went to the physics lab. The other rule that went with the first was to fight as though your life depended on it, because it probably does.The one factor working in my favor was eight years in Army Special Ops with continuous training. I did admit to myself that those years ended a decade earlier; however, I believed I might remember some of the things drilled into us.As the turk swung his knife hard to his left, he left an opening for a second as he recovered to make the next parry through the air at me. I lunged at. I felt the cold air hit my already hard nipples and I opened my eyes to see his mouth wrapped around my right tit. It felt so good to have him eating my chest, I couldn’t get enough. As he continued he reached down and un-did the belt on my jeans and slid the zipper down. He lifted his head and stood up from the bed. He grabbed the ends of my jeans and tugged them off, he took a long hard stare and my soaking wet red thong. Before getting back on the bed with me he removed both his jeans and.