All this was short lived since there was a knock on my door. My roommate had come back.Sameer quickly hid under the bed and left once my roomie went t... the washroom. She destroyed our pleasure night. We both hated her for interrupting but nothing could be done. We again had no choice but to message. Now, our messages got more vulgar. He used to send me his shirtless pics and I would watch them.I also sent him my topless pics. But we didn’t share the pics of our main tools since we both wanted. I found a pair of black combat boots and a denim vest with the words “Butch’s Old Lady” embroidered on the back. Again, I went out of town on a business trip but I decided to come back two days early. As I planned I drove past the biker bar and it was packed. Sure enough, her car was parked outside. I drove home, changed and came back wearing dark glasses and a hoodie as a disguise. I sat in a dark corner of the bar and that’s when I saw her. There was my lovely house-mouse wife swallowing down. I laughed and replied, no. I had stared at her many times on the bus and subway, at her tits to be specific. They were large, meaty, full and firm. In the summer, she flaunted them. Tight t-shirts, low cut tops and unbuttoned blouses. They would jiggle and bounce each time the bus hit a bump in the road. Many times my cock grew hard from staring at her. She would never look up from her e-reader while she was seated. That is, till the day I got on the bus, spotted her seated and reading, and. Remember I like to watch. And with that he left the room. He returned a few minutes later Lynn heard the clank of glass on glass. “Tequila. And I have something here for you first. I think this might help. He figured between the dope and the tequila she should get a good paranoia going on and that would help to add to the game. Putting the joint up to her mouth she took in a long drag, and held it slowly letting it out. He passed the joint between him and her a few times more to her then.