When we arrived home the second day, Victor went back out and didn’t know when he would return. It was getting late and I decided to hop into my hot...tub before bed. Now there is nothing like floating in a hot tub all natural, allowing your manhood a chance to breath after being cooped up all day and to be stimulated and tantalized by the hot water and bubbling jets.While I was in the hot tub, sure enough Victor returned and came into the sunroom. He told me the hot tub looked inviting and did I. I applied the hook. My Ghosh my boobs were popping out. I was looking a hot bhabhi. I took the saree and started dropping it. I drapped in such a way that it could show my navel and cleavage. I took pink bangles in both the hands. I also wore a Payal. I let my hair open with the wig. Now its time to apply my makeup. First I took the eyeliner. Then a little bit of foundation. After that, I applied pink gloss lipstick and a pink bindi. Then I called my so called husband. He came and was stunned. With Julie pressing against the backs of my hands, she pulled him in towards us again and again. Each forward movement of his pelvis was now accentuated by our combined efforts in getting him deeper inside her.I felt the beginnings of responsive movements in Julie’s hips as Dave’s penetrations became longer and deeper. I tried to supplement her gyrations by lifting my own body in unison, helping her to meet his thrusts with movements of her own.It took a little while to time the rocking of our. Look like who?I came into the kitchen just in time to see her bend over to pull an energy drink from the fridge. I noted with some relief that her pink briefs were actually hot pants, not panties. Normally hot pants would be on my forbidden list but this time it was a show of modesty I approved of, she stood to face me “Do I look like mom?”The change of direction surprised me “Not in that outfit.”“I mean normally.”“Of course you do, you could be her twin sister, you know that.”“If I wasn’t your.