Later on us both started setting the mosquito net over the bed. Suddenly the current supply went off. She was holding the mosquito net in her hand so ...he told me to fetch match box from her nightie pocket. As you all must be aware that generally nightie pocket is literally in the front of vagina, I tried looking for the pocket. In this process, I came closer to her from back and literally started touching her cunt in the search of match box. She started taking deep breath and I kissed her neck. Summoning up some courage fuelled with a few beers i think what the hell iv'e nothing to loose i move even closer and because the bar is so noisey whisper in your ear whats your name and telling you mine,then you do the sameto me putting your mouth to my ear to tell me.The tingle from your lips brushing sensously against my ear brings back immediently the raging erection that had subsided but was now back with a vengence as if i had took instant viagra.as i then moved to say something else to. It was a great day. At around 5:00 we decided to go get some dinner. There was a place nearby right on the Shinnecock canal so we went there. After dinner my sister asked the question that changed our night, “Can I take the boys for a sleep over?” My husband jumped at the offer and soon we were waving goodbye to our lovely boys and my sister for the night. What to do, what to do?My husband wanted to rush home. Thoughts of fucking in every room of the house ran through his head, while I. I could not kill myself, I could kill Terry but then I would go to prison or worse. I could not tell my parents or my husband. It was a no-win situation for me. I had to live my life and do whatever Terry wanted while trying to keep it all from my new husband.We got into the limo and it was then that Peter gave me a long deep kiss. When he broke the kiss. He said, "Do you have any mints? I could use one." I know Peter; he would never tell me I had bad breath, he would ask me for a mint, which I.