"Come for me, sister," I urged, panting in her ear. "Come for me, baby, before your husband finds out I am fucking his sweet little wife up the ass."T...at did it. She stifled a cry and her body convulsed in orgasm, mine, too. I pumped a hot load of thick come deep in her sucking rectum. Her convulsing asshole made sure I held back not a single drop. I plopped my softening cock from her asshole and licked up her flowing juices before I straightened her panties and dress. I had her lick me clean. The red numbers on the alarm clock next to her bed pierced the darkness. Zoe hadn’t had much of an appetite in the previous week but now she was finding her stomach growling like a caged tiger. Mulling over the consequences of the last journey from her room, Zoe decided the chances of everyone being sound asleep were good enough to venture forth to the kitchen. Once in the hallway Zoe tip toed towards the kitchen with Roger in tow. She emerged from the end of the hallway, took a right and was. She invited me for dinner and I arrived at their house with some flowers and chocolates. We sat in the lounge for an hour but still could not see Sapna. I was getting restless. I asked aunty to call her she said she is very shy to come down. So she decided to take me to her room and introduced her. We went to her room and I was stunned the sight of her, you won’t believe it she is absolutely georgeous. We introduced each other. You know how beautiful Pakistani women are. But she was fully. “Nothing, I’m just surprised how… comfy you are,” I said. He laughed.“I hate wearing pants, so this is usually what I wear around the house. I figured given the circumstances it might make you more comfortable if we were, y’know, even,” he said.“And stuffing your briefs was supposed to make me laugh? Be an ice breaker?” I asked. I must have looked like a strawberry to him with my red hair and my blushing cheeks.“What do you mean?” he asked, taking his coffee from the table between us.“Don’t.