He turned to his wife, to see if she needed him to doanything else. Maybe she would let him wait in another room. Or evenexcuse him altogether. Ins...ead, she shifted her attention to thevisitors."Would you ladies like to hear a little poem my Muffin has learned torecite, complete with choreography?" Oh, yes," said Claire."Definitely," seconded Luna.Oh no. Lyle had to struggle not to burst out in tears. He stood therein his mortifying outfit, wishing he could run away and hide. His. The smell in the bedroom was of cigar, brandy and cunt. Madge was sucking on one of the wife's tits while the wife was fingering Madge's cunt. Madge removed her mouth from the tit and took a long drag on the cigar blowing smoke into the room; she gave the cigar to the wife who took a drag and added to the smoke circulating the ceiling. Handing the cigar back Madge, who flicked the ash from the end on the floor and blew on the lighted end making it glow bright red, Madge rolled the cigar in her. Us ne ek bhi bund girne nahi di or sara rus pi gye. Or mere lund ko chat chat kar saf kar diya. Kuch dare tak hum you he ek dsre ke upper late rahe fir sapna na dobara mere lund ko pakad kar muh me le liya or chusne lagi. Mere lund fir se khada ho gya.Ab mane us ko wahi sofe par lita kar uski tango ko apne solder par kar diya. Us ne mere lund ko pakad kar apni chut ke muh par adjust kiya or mujh se plane ko kha. Mane ek jor ka sort mara but us ki chut tite thi to mere lund upper ko fisal gya.Us. I knew he was working nights and slept during the day and I managed to slip the occasional text message to him, which he got whenever he turned his phone on, but all calls were limited to the few lines installed for over seventy men.I sent messages of love and support, telling him how much I missed him and thought about him all the time. One evening I received a rather risque message, telling me he had had a dream about me and awoke with a raging erection, he had to relieve himself before.