And she kept me rubbing myself, all thewhile, making me grow more excited by the minute. And she reminded meto grind my hips as I worked, and to make...a display of my nude bottom,gyrating it all about, as if I were on a runway, with other models,being observed by men. Except, if I were on a runway, I’d at least havesomething more on than just this winsome, see-through nightie. Unless,I reminded myself, it was a runway that was featuring a private lingerieshowing. Perhaps a showing for men. Usually, Suma goes to her work through government bus, because of this water problem she can’t able to go her office.Her dad asked me to drop her near atibele bus stop until the transportation problem solves.I owe a bike in which usually I go to work. So I told ok to him.Next morning I got Whatsapp message from her that she is ready to go for work and waiting for me to pick her,I replied her that I will be there in 10 mins.I started my bike and went to her house gate to pick her. There she came. After she came down from her high, she started in by telling me that I must like the idea of fucking sluts. I responded by quickening my already furious pace. My head started to spin as I began to come inside my wife's pussy. I pulled out and collapsed next to her. As she grabbed a tissue and started to wipe up she said, "Seeing how much you just came, I should show you what it is like to fuck a real 'loose slut' some time."I told her that I would like that and the idea was forgotten the time. ”“Thanks so much. Hey, good luck tomorrow. Facebook me questions or anything.”“All right.”I watched her walk away, admiring her figure. She had C-cups, and an ass that made the world go in slow motion. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her ass. It was that nice. The bell rang, so I got to world history and finished off the day, slow as hell. I got home at 4 after picking up a box of coffee for tonight. My phone got a text from my friend David, wanting to chill tonight for dinner. Sorry, Dave. I.