It was obvious that he had reached her pussy by her reaction, and that I could see her legs moving apart to give him better access. By the movement of...his arm, I could tell that he had his fingers buried in my wife's pussy, and she was enjoying every second of it! He lowered his head and sucked on one of her nipples through the flimsy material of the dress. As she approached her orgasm, her hips started moving, fucking his hand and he kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. As he did she. "Absolutely nothing." She eyed Brie. "What about you? Am I going to have to tell Adele I screwed that up, too?" Momma did, too, if you did," Brie replied calmly. "Pietro and I have been together before. But we haven't done it -- the doctor says I'm not ready." What HAVE you done?" Phyllis demanded.Brie shrugged, unrepentant. "Blowjobs. Everybody KNOWS I do that. I taught Pietro to lick me."Randy looked around. "You know what? It's too fucking late! Everybody just go back to bed and let it sit. His wife was fucking and obviously enjoying another cock. He looked at the imagery and felt a strange mixture of emotions. He was obviously jealous but not insanely. He was unbelievably aroused and frantic with curiosity. He couldn’t believe how acceptable the situation was to him. He looked at the dimly lit room and the shadowy figures were not as visible as earlier. His imagination was running riot as to what his wife and her lover where now doing. Erotic images of his wife being penetrated,. He typed a code on the keypad on the console. A white grid map came up on the screen. “Well,” he said in relief, “that’s something at least.”The map was a grid of the city of Kabul within a map of Afghanistan. About fifty miles from Kabul, on the road to Jalalabad, two tiny green lights pulsed. With a welcome sense of relief the General murmured, “She’s alive too.” After her husband Akram had been assassinated in Paris Aziza Khan had not only been mentored by Craig, she was recruited by the.