Ana just said that I would see.Then I reached round the front, finding her thong was soaking wet.I put my fingers inside her thong and rubbed her bald...pussy, parting her sweet lips. I rubbed her pussy up and down.I pulled out my hand and smelt it. I was sure it was semen…I felt angry and asked Ana about this fresh man’s cum oozing out from her swollen cunt.Anita smiled and said she had told me it had been a good night...My sexy wife then explained me that she had been having some meetings. She opened my shirt buttons and sucked my chest.As we were in bus I did not make her complete naked.My hands were moving around Nishtha’s navel. Wo pagal ho chuki thi. Her breathing was heavy.Suddenly hum dono separate ho gaye. I don’t still know why. Shayad first time ka darr.Ab maine uska hath meri jeans ke upar rakha jaha bulge tha mere erect dick ka.She hesitated first but fir started pressing it. Mujhse raha ni gaya.Maine bahot zor se boobs pe bite kiya. My both hands were on Nishtha’s. You're a bastard, but everyone needs forgiveness, don't they?' I thought, before peeking at him again. "I love your dick, Evan. You're an asshole, but I can't deny a great cock when I feel one." I suck, right?" Yes," I moaned, leaning up with him. "Grab my melons, bastard."He did just that and grasped them hard, too, as our faces were only a couple inches away. He reduced his thrusts like that, but that made him push the whole thing into my twat, which indeed took its toll on me.Nevertheless, I. Then, we turn back to the screen,shaking our heads in disbelief that so much unwarranted kindness isradiated by the same woman who rules our lives with an iron fist.Ever since she has begun her broadcasting career, my mother's contractshave always specified that the clothes she wears on camera become herprivate property. During her years as a newscaster, she'd bring home theclothes that would get phased out of rotation every once in a while.Ever since she started hosting her own show, she has.