Main jaldi unke side gaya or scooty pakadte waqt jaan bujh kar unko boobs ko apne hath se touch kar liya, aisa lage mano galti se hua ho.Scooty buildi...g ke andar rakhne ke baad unhone mujhe thank you bola, main smile deke room main aa gaya. Thode der baad bathroom jaake bhabhi ke boobs yaad karke muth mara, or unko chodne ki thani.Is ghatna ke ek week baad mama mami ko outstation jana pada kisi jaruri kaam se wo bhi ek week ke liye. Mujhe khana banana aata nahi tha to mami boli manisha bhabhi. "Is it..wow, is it always that.. intense," I softly asked Lisa as Robertasmiled and moved away from me and left the room."It gets better, beleive it or not. Men cant tell if you fake it, so makeall the right sounds and they;ll become regulars. We all have ourregulars, you'll be no different, some are wealthy, some arent, but noneof them will seriously harm you," Lisa answered as I sat back up andcomposed myself."Have a coffee and recover, then go downstairs to work with some of theother girls.. It’s time for your punishment. Bend over and show me that sweet ass of yours.” I was shocked that my husband got off on my cheating story. He seemed to have a very hard erection and wanted to treat me like a slut. I really didn’t know what to think. We hadn’t had sex in so many months. I didn’t want him to be upset with me, so I did as he said. I bent over and my husband spanked me several times. His cock was rock hard and standing at attention. He slapped me five times. My buttocks stung. She followed me off the pathway to a small hidden group of trees. No one will see us. Her neck was exposed and neatly punctured with my fangs. I drank. “Argh! Ptooey! Ptooey! What are you trying to do, poison me?” I yelled. The spell was broken and the woman jumped back in fright.“I’m sorry!” she screamed and started crying. That voice!“You…you’re not a woman! You’re a man dressed as a woman! A cross dresser!” He merely nodded his head and continued crying.“Stop crying!” I hissed. .