“Paul,” said Sally in tones that dripped arrogance and condescension, “the situation is that I deserve more than to be just the wife of a mere p...stor like you. I am now the wife of the Prophet Bob.”Paul said: “What on earth? Bob’s a prophet? And have you forgotten that Bob is already married to Kathy? What’s Kathy going to say about this ‘situation’, as you put it?”Then he heard another voice, the voice of Bob’s wife, Kathy, as she walked into the room from the kitchen. “Oh, Paul, you don’t. Mr. Morgan's bath was finished, but not his beautiful hard on.. It was ready for any woman willing to take it on.Mr. Morgan noticed that Margo's nipples were hard and he wondered about her wetness, her hot pussy..Would this lovely nurse want to give me a go, perhaps, a blow job..."I would like to eat her pussy out" Mr. Morgan thinking to himself.As Margo wrapped the towel around his waist, Mr. Morgan's cock stood out at least ten inches ...Her nipples grew harder at the thought of sucking it... But he didn’t listen to me.But nevertheless, I was enjoying his great long fucking. He took me to a medical store and gave me I pill so that I won’t conceive and told me that he will never fuck me with protection. I kept quite as I too was enjoying his touch inside me directly. These things continued every Saturday in his friend’s hotel. I was on cloud 9 to get fuck like this.He too was very happy to fuck his sexy bhabhi. One Saturday when he was fucking there was knock on the door he thought. So Shanthi… The Damsel in Wetdress awaiting the homecoming of a little Prince. As I said I see her in this state everyday of my vacation. I can always feel my flag post hoisting itself as I walk down the corridor seeing her sitting in her usual position at the bathroom entrance which had a two step elevation. Her wet Saree would be enveloping and caressing her wet upper body. Down below she would have her Saree and petticoat rolled and tucked into her waist revealing her legs thigh deep.Then.