His black handwas jammed inside my wife’s panty and the fingers weremoving in and out.He must have been doing this finger fucking of mywife̵...;s pussy for sometime because his hand was drippingwet from my wife’s pussy juice till the knuckles.Being a good faithful loving husband, I should havepulled his black hand and fat fingers out of my wife’slovely hairy cunt… but I was only thinking from myspongy, purple cock head so I thought let him enjoyjust a few more minutes.. I stopped and once again lashed out with my left leg, delivering a fearsome kick to the same knee I'd attacked just seconds before. Instead of once more backing away. I remained where I was and punched at his face with my right hand, landing a solid blow to his left ear. Only then did I once again retreat. Still, Brelto refused to come forward after me.I started circling to my left again, tentatively moving in closer as he turned with me. I lifted my left leg just slightly before putting it. Stefania tended to spend a lot of her time in her pyjamas, which seemed quite appropriate for someone who was always tired, they could just go back to bed whenever they felt like it. This was a bonus for me it meant that I could just get on with the job in hand and not have to worry about her looking over my shoulder all the time.After a couple of weeks, I had settled into a routine, Stefania would make an appearance every now again, but as far as I was concerned, things were working out. “But heck look at who I’m with,” he went on to say. He looked directly into her eyes as he smiled at her and he went on to say “I am with one of the most beautiful women in the world. She has a fantastic body and I have fantasized about this body,” and he sat up and stretched out his hands so he could emphasize that point a little better. “God, do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about you Beth Ann? Huh, do you?” he asked her as he looked down deeply into her eyes. “I’ve so wanted.