Soon her husband came home and we had a nice little chat. She greeted him and looked at like nothing ever happened.But the thing was I was still not f...nished I was this sex animal and I wanted to fuck her again. So under the pretext of washing my cup I went into the kitchen. She was washing the plates or something (I din’t pay attention because I had other things in mind). I grabbed her ass and put my hand over mouth.“No, No, not again…my husband is in the next room. You just had one go. The first of many pulses is done. ‘That wasn’t too bad,’ I think ‘I barely felt anything’. She had started near my right thigh at the top of the bikini line. She moved towards my left thigh, with each pulse of the laser covering about the size of a quarter. As the pulses grew closer to the middle of my pubic mound they became stronger. Soon there was the smell of burning hair in the air, I think from a couple of hairs I missed when shaving earlier that day. It felt like a pulse of lightning. Unbelievably after years of fantasising about it I eventually persuaded her to 'go to sleep' for us one Saturday night when we come back from the Pub. She said she might if she’s had a drink beforehand but I could only let him suck her tits & her pussy was out of bounds. So excitedly I bought some drink that she liked. On the Saturday night we went for a few pints at a quiet pub armed with some photos of her to get us in the mood for later.After about an hour and a half to give her time to have. She silently watched me pounding her older sister into the mattress afterwards and she felt her body all over like she was in some kind of a voodoo trance like one of those zombie movies that always amused me.Anyway, the three of us were grownups about the affair and I promised them both to always have a handy supply of condoms available because they both wanted to avoid motherhood for different reasons far too complicated to even discuss.I was surprised that my new partner, FBI Special Agent.