She smelt very good. I could not resist myself. I putted my hand in my pant and relieved my penis a bit which was by now hard and erect. She looked an... laughed a bit. Meanwhile I also talked to Deepak and asked some professional questions like where we are going, will u be along with her all the time, what about our privacy, and is she his real wife etc, he gave all the replies satisfactorily and thus I came to a conclusion that she was indeed his real wife and they are genuine persons. They. I rose to meet her with a smile on my face. My wife had called me at work in the afternoon and proposed dinner at The Milanese, our favorite little Italian bistro. It was a small, rather romantic place that often had live music and served the best Italian food in Eversham. “Why?” I had asked. “We’re back together. I think that’s worth a party,” Angie answered, “And there’s more but I’ll save that as a surprise.” Now, as I held my wife close and kissed her by the table, I was wondering why. . not in front of your wife... like this..." she almost desperately pleaded. "Steve... he'll kill you... me, all of us... !" And what do you think he'd do if he stood here instead of me, Baby?" the enraged husband sneeringly threw down at her from his domineering stance, one hand still lustfully clutching his blood-engorged cock. "Would he kill you... or just whip your cheating little ass to a rosy glow... ?" Mark, my God... stop this vulgar show!" Jean confusedly managed, trying to raise. Like her sister she couldn’t hold on if she was getting a good sucking. She squirted piss and come over my face, old age making her let go completely of all her muscles. OOOh my god she exclaimed shuddering and bucking her hips as i continued to swallow her liquids. Oh you are a good boy after all she praised the fucking best little nephew an auntie could wish for. I said please auntie untie my hands and feet i need to fuck you both my cock is so in need of a wet cunt its driving me mad. Auntie.