I was watching with lot of anticipation and excitement. And after sometime I could see Karan moving his hands on my wife’s legs from bottom to top t...ll her panty. I knew something exciting is gonna come. He kept on doing it and whenever he reaches the upper part of the leg I could see his fingers going inside my wife’s panties. Karan kept on massaging her legs and then burying his fingers deeper inside the panty. My wife was just lying on the bed with her eyes closed. I had told Karan only to. Her back bent, arching her chest towards the Sun. It's heat instantly enveloping her smallish breasts as they surged from the cloth that once kept them. A slight slip of her finger across the pink hardness and then quickly through her hair. Pulling her head back further. Staring straight at them with a frightened eagerness. presenting an image of Amadine golden hair, hand buried between two slender thighs, hips rising only to fall and rise higher still. Breasts firmly pointed at the sun, head. Agle din engagement thi , sab ready hokar garden me pahuchne lage , main bhi tyyar hokar bahar nikla to mujhe purva dikhi, maine usse bat karna shru kiMe- hi purvaPurva- hiMe- kya hua kisi ka wait kar rahi ho, wahan ring ceremony start hone wali hai.Purva- arey nahi , acctualy mujhe delhi kisi ko urgent call karna hai aur mere cell ka balance khatam ho gya hai , mujhe roming me pata hi nahi chala bat karte waqt aur balance khatam ho gaya.Me- aree itni si bat , lo tum mere cell se call kar lo,. I had not had a chance to tell her about the doorbell or the little wi-fi cameras that cover the inside of the house. With a toggle of a switch, I could turn the intercom feature on, and with a sudden urge for mischief, I switched to the indoor cameras.The joke was truly on me. I didn’t see my blonde princess but there, draped over the chestnut leather vintage club chair that once graced my father’s Whitehall office, was a dark willowy girl. A totally naked, dark willowy girl.Her long dark hair.