"Dear," I told my wife, "I'm famished, what did you do..." I sniffed the air and found another thing amiss. There was no delightful smell in the air."... was trying to tell you," my dear wife informed me although I didn't remember her trying to tell me anything. "I'm sorry, but I burned the dinner. I was preparing the stew when I noticed that we were out of red pepper and I picked the car to go to the market leaving the stew on slow burning. And it took me more than I thought and it burned..."I. Zana said it was not necessary, she could clean after I left. She stood by the sink, with her back to me. I told her it was OK, I wanted to help.I watched Zana standing there in her little summer dress, showing a lot of legs and her butt looked so sexy in her dress. Zana lowered her head and her body looked sad.I put down the plates on the counter and walked up behind her. I hugged her from behind and asked what was wrong?She did not say anything, but she pressed back into my body. We stood. I dragged by bruised and ass-fucked body home. Thankfully, Jane was not back as yet. All through the journey back to my house images of the previous night kept playing through my head. Discovering Julia's cock, of being tied up and buggered, of sucking her cock, and of having Julia piss on me. And it was all on camera! And who had she sent the videos to? If she blackmailed me, what would I do. I could pay her off quietly, since we were a traditional household and Jane never said anything about. Well let me straight forward enter in to my real experience of an encounter with my girlfriend’s mother. The name of my girlfriend is nisha, and the name of her sexy mother is Rosy. Telling u the fact that I never had sex with my girlfriend till last July. I used to imagine as if I am having sex with my girl friend. I liked her buttock than her mulakal and her pooru. I used to imagine as if I am licking her asshole. But I was afraid to ask her for sex. Whenever I got time I used to touch her.