It was obvious that Ginny meant nothing to him except for satisfying his ruttish needs, yet, by the same token, Antoine assumed that he watched, or ha... her watched closely, just as he had with all the mistresses before her. They were his property; he appraised them, bought them, owned them, and when he was through with them they were discarded. Factually, Antoine had no idea what ever became of the many lovely young women he had seen come and go before Ginny, but he truly doubted that they were. We went back to their place and I pulled the girls together and started to kiss them together, our three toungues were all together and this was the first time I ever saw any interest from my wife Mary toward another girl. Well it got late and other than some kissing and grabbing of tits, cocks and pussy, we had to go home to relive the babysitter. We were all turned on and hoped it wouldnt be too long until we got together again.2 days later they called and invited us over for dinner at home.. During vacation she texted what is plan for vacation I said no plans then she asked can u teach me keyboard I told parents will be at home so I can’t.She told to come to her home. I said can’t as I need to carry my keyboard all the way to her house then later agreed. And I went there she was wearing purple top and leggings I was teaching her some basics time passed it was around 12.20 she said she’ll prepare some chapathi I told wait for some time and prepare.We were causally talking and I was. And nearly fainted with lust. His white cotton briefs were obscenely stretched upwards...so much so, his leg openings were pushed wide open, allowing me to look inside. His cock was pointing down in his briefs, all bunched up and constrained, with what looked like a small apple pushing against the cotton...and apple leaking something far more delicious than cider, soaking his briefs... "My, what do we have here? I cooed. "You just relax, Al. I think I know how to take care of this problem.