Yeh batao kitna time ho gaya tumhe kisi ko chode hua…….Memsahib 5 saal ho gaye…gharib aadmi ko kaun se aurat pasand karti hai…..5 saal mein ek...baar bhi na to momme dekhe hain na kisi ke ander lund dala hai….lagta hai saale jaam no ho gaya ho bena istemaal kiye…..Accha to 5 saal pahele kya karte the…..Roz ghar aa ker mein aapni biiwi ko bed per leta ker……uski taangein hawa mein alag ker ke….aapna lund daalta tha…kabhi kabhi to 2 ya 3 baar…..Teri biwi muh mein leti thi tera lund…..ya tune. My husband stammered "yes, sir".Rahul directed him to crawl over and start sucking. He did, we both sucked and licked his shaft, licked his balls. Huge turn on. Rahul pulled me up on the couch with him. I sat there with him stroking my breasts and watched my husband go to work on his cock. It was amazing how much of Rahul's cock he could force down his throat. He made him gag on it. Eventually he said he was ready to cum and asked if I wanted to see him cum in my husband's mouth. My husband had. “And not merely because I’ve heard about you from Susan. I’ve long been an admirer of your work.” “You have?” asked Isabel, at once both flattered and wary. Harriett addressed Susan. “How is the happy mother to be? How does Charlotte feel about being pregnant?” “Why not let’s ask her?” She announced, bouncing to her feet and pulling a short tee-shirt over her head. Harriett followed Susan as she wandered into the adjoining room. “I would say that she seems more delighted than I’d ever believed. I snapped a few more at different magnifications.Then she moved, her legs slightly parted. I went back to full zoom and focused on the gap in her thighs. I was rewarded by a momentary glimpse of her pussy as she opened her legs some more.I must have watched her for about twenty minutes or so and decided that it was time I slipped away. She, unbeknown to her, stopped me dead in my tracks as I saw her hand move down to her side.She turned on her side…and then on her back…Her breasts bounced.