Nothing happened except for me getting pissed at my stupid husband. The first guy that he brought home home by surprise was sort of gross and I was ca...ght way off guard. A while later, with the guy at the restaurant, I got thinking that, hell, why should I fuck a guy of my husbands choosing, with him watching and being able to hang it over my head forever and probably justify him fucking around with some bimbos. As she gushed out this amazing story to me I was struggling to deal with my. I took the mug too and had a sip. She then took the mangalsutra from it and wore it around her neck again and poured the pee down the bowl. “What depraved things we do na?” She laughed, and we walked back to the bedroom.She lay down on the bed and pulled me on top of her. I entered her in one smooth motion and started fucking her. Since I was fucking her after a long time, I came rather fast and poured the whole lot deep into her womb. “There, I think I have impregnated you again” I grinned.As. As I gently tilted my head, he put a finger under my chin and guided my mouth to his. It was the softest, sweetest kiss I’ve ever felt. No, I didn’t see fireworks and I didn’t want to rip his clothes of right there and then. But I knew I didn’t want the kiss to end. It was so perfect. It was hesitant. Innocent. We broke the kiss when we realized how long we’d been sitting outside in the freezing cold. But neither of us could leave. Suddenly his arms were around me and our lips were together. That’s when she notices the change of clothes. She looks at me questioningly, and I say that that was all I could find. She seems convinced, and I’m not worried about dad, because she has to wear a burkha anyway when we reach there.We gee plane, and I’m playing with her boobs again. We’re teasing each other when the air hostess comes up and tells us to sit properly with our seat belts on. Then my sister drops her phone, and asks the air hostess to take it. When she bends over to take the phone,.