I remembered telling myself I would do this if she wanted me to so here I am. Lindsey moans and pushes back causing my tongue to slip in her butthole....I tongue fuck her tight little asshole causing more gentle moans to escape from Lindsey's perfect lips. She pulls Away from me and asks "Are you going to eat my ass all day or are you going to fuck me?" I stand up dumbfounded by her comment my inner monologue going crazy again. As quickly as I got happy at the thought of fucking Lindsey, I got. He is 26 years of age and un married. he calls me bhabhi and he got friendly to me. he used to come home for helping me in bringing me provisions etc., and as i dont know how to ride a bike he used to take me out for shopping etc when ever my husband is busy or so. i went with him on bike many times and i was sitting close to him on the bike, thought i have not caught him or so and nothing wrong was between us( i did not knew his thoughts). Once, it happened that my husband has to leave the. As we walked up the front sidewalk, the front door opened even before we reached the door. Clearly we were expected. We were greeted by a tall, broad-shouldered, heavily made-up woman wearing a skimpy maids’ outfit comprised of a pink satin dress, pink seemed stockings, white high heeled pumps, and topped by a frilly lace cap perched atop long, cascading red hair. Despite the fact that her breasts were undoubtedly hers, it seemed apparent that she had not been born with them. I knew at once. My mind was racing. I knew the skinheads were interested in Sharon, but I reasoned that they were only young teen boys. Would they actually do anything about it or would it be all talk? God help me, I went for a walk as Sharon slept in the sun. I went past the guy's caravan and stopped for a chat. I said, "I see you were looking at my wife." One of them jumped up and shouted, "So what, do you want to make something of it?" I said. "Don’t be silly, she was very flattered that you were showing.