He turned to me and said: “OK. You ready?” What could I say? I went with him up the two flights of stairs, my heart pounding; I could almo...t hear the blood rushing through my veins. This was it! I’d either do it, or chicken out. Deciding to throw caution to the wind and trust Jeff totally, I let him lead me to the roof. When we emerged into the open, the sun was tipping the hills. From that direction it made everything seem gold, and the clarity of vision was amazing. Jeff. This in turn gaveway to a mother/child yoga class. The other women in our group weredynamic non-trophy wives who had a bit of a competitive streak in them aswell. Our activities started to look like some high-end exercise videobecause of the outfits the other wives kept showing up in. I jumped onthis obvious opportunity to expand my feminine wardrobe further byappealing to Kathy's sense of fashion. I told her that I was havingtrouble keeping up with the coffee club lady's fashions and I didn't. She then changed the camera to the one inside the bedroom and watched as I sucked his cum from his cock. My wife then changed the camera playback to the one showing my gloryhole from the outside. As the carpenter withdrew from the hole she bent forward and licked it clean and I could then see her talking to me through the hole. My cock reappeared and she took it in her hand. Her friend then turned her bottom towards the gloryhole and pushed against my cock …. So it was her pussy that I fucked. Mag mi hi tichya pathun jawun tila magunach dharun pakadali. Aata ti kahicha bolat nahi he paahun mag mi saral tichya chddadit haat ghalun pussy dabu lagalo wa eka botane dana cholu lagalo. Tichi psuchhi changlicha paanawali hoti. Mi saral bot ghalun te chokhun mhantal meene tuja pucchy madhala ras madhur aaahe, asa mhanatch ti mhanali kiti chawat boltay. Asa mhantach mitichi chaddi kadhun tila baswun tiche paay phakawale. Wa doni kade pasrun ticha pucchicha vas ghetala. Mi khup garam jhalo.