Me: Is it? What else?Rakesh: mmm…Me: Say. no problem.Meanwhile, my hubby started kissing in my hand.Rakesh: I wanna lick that shaved armpit.My husba...d was licking my armpit, rolling up my sleeves fully.Me: Ahhh!!Rakesh: What happened?Me: Nothing. So you like only my armpit?Rakesh: No. I like everything you have.Me: Oh! what will you do to me tomorrow if I come in a similar outfit.My husband lifted my t-shirt and was sucking my navel now. I have a bad habit moaning loud if someone sucks. Fuck, she's so cute. Emma does the same with my top, revealing my beige bra. We both hungrily grab each others breasts at the same time and start groping them as we viciously kiss each other as if we haven't had sex in months, or even years. I quickly pull away and stand up. Emma groans in frustration and watches as my desperately take off my jeans. She puts her legs out and I pull of her jeans too until we're both in nothing but lingerie. We smile at each other and Emma leans back on the. Normally there were groups of women carrying bags and bags of clothes.Marty drank it all in.He noticed that all of the girls had their hair fashioned, lips madeup, clothes positioned just so. Everything designed to attract themale. Skirts just up to here, pants pulled down to there. Breasts wereexposed, pushed up, and thrust out. All kinds of scents trailed behindthe women as they went on their mating quests.Marty especially liked sitting in front of the Victoria's Secret store.As he gazed. He wanted to trust her. He had been comfortable in believing for years now that she was trustworthy, that was couldn’t be capable of cheating. “She’s a grown woman with children, she loves her kids, she loves me,” he told himself. For the most part, Leila portrayed that interpretation. She had enough wits about her to be attentive and maintenance the impression that she was still very much devoted to the status quo. But there were changes that really disturbed Joel. The absences that were.