Lusted after. My wife's flesh and blood.She started to turn and I quickly asked her to wait."We have to talk, Christine, please don't leave."She looke... at the floor, looked at me, and said, "we can't let anyone know we met."I agreed and said let's talk, pointing toward the two chairs near the table in the room.After a bit, she entered the room and closed the door.We sat across from each other and stared. Each of us was equally guilty in our activity."I've never met with anyone before," she. When I was young I to was very shy to talk to her and was not having any bad idea over her days past and my bhabhi sex life was normal but after few years my intension over her completely changed the way I used to look at her was not normal but she used to be friendly with me when our parents were not at home she used to take care of me well. From then onwards whenever I got a chance I used to look at her while serving food I used to stare at her belly and ass, while she taking bath I liked the. Masturbation had become my only pastime; teasing myself by the pool; lying on my bed, legs spread wide, four fingers buried to the knuckle inside my needy pussy; waking in sweat soaked sheets, my head buried in my pillow as a solitary finger slides repeatedly into the grasping star of my anus; sat on my balcony, legs perched on the rail, my demanding clitoris pushing frantically at the fine white lace separating it from the casual strokes of my perfectly painted fingernails; locked in the. He rubbed the vibrator over her clit. Her hips bucked in response. He guided it down to the entrance of her cunt, parting her swollen lips, which were slick with her juices, then brought it back up to her clit. Then back down again, repeating it over and over. She moaned with pleasure, raising her bum off the seat as best she could to meet her toy. She could sense she was on the verge of another orgasm. It was building rapidly. The vibrator was working its magic. Her moans increased. Her.