I did need a shower, so as my dad left, I stripped down all my clothes in the room, and got into the shower. I quickly took shower, put on my blue pan...ies, blue pajamas, and a white top with no bra. I was never comfortable sleeping in my bra. Dad and I had a nice dinner, but Dad starred at me a couple of time. Later, I figured out that he was starring at me because my nipples were gotten erect because of cold water in the shower, and I was thinking dirty, so that could also be a reason. I was. Sunlight started to enter through the window, driving away the remains of the night.After shaving and having a warm shower, I pictured some images of my sexy wife getting pounded in such a wild manner; so I masturbated to those images.I was almost done making breakfast when I heard my wife and her lover coming down the stairs. Anita was wearing her night robe and had her arm around his waist while he was dressed in his work clothes. They came and joined me in the kitchen and I presented them. I wondered if my friend Captain Luciano was already a captive. He seemed so at ease and impressive in his splendid uniform that I was certain he was not aware of the danger at his side. The woman was no doubt either full or part Gypsy and she was one of those females who were raised in the ways of the world from a very early age. I hesitated to initiate any conversation for fear of falling into the spider's web and waited for the Captain to state his business. My thoughts of bringing up any. Her beautiful butter folds were hanging out in the right places for me that I cursed myself for not wearing an underwear and it was making quite a dent. As soon as everyone left I moved towards her and said we need to talk and she yes and still going on with her work of cutting the vegetables so I moved behind her to talk to her but I don’t know what was the problem was it the heat of the oven or smell of sex I knew she was wet I put my hands on her hips and I slowly started poking my hardness.