It seemed dirty. But somehow I wanted it.He held his one hand out and over my head and the other on his hip. I raised my face to look to him. He stood...smiling in anticipation. His fingers moved through my hair. “Chummi lo apni lollypop ki beta” and he held his hand behind my head and moved it gently to his crotch. For the first time I came in direct touch with a man’s groin. My lips touched his underwear, his cock underneath seemed throbbing. It felt all I thought it was – soggy and smelly. It. We chatted about trivial stuff like molecular biology and world politics and anthropology. After a few minutes, I heard the shower stop and the husband asked if we should get ready. He handed me some massage gel which I placed on the desk as the wife walked in naked from the shower. Her body was amazingly fit for a late 30s mid 40s woman. Her nipples were hard and erect, which I couldn’t stop staring at. I wanted to knead them under my strong hands while I bent her over and slammed inside her.. Beside me the girl also got into it, she was hesitant at first but MartaÔs large, soft nipples were a real delight, plus they grew to long nubbins as we worried them properly. My thoughts drifted back to more comfortable times, when there were were just the two of us, with nobody trying to kill me, no law firm of priggish assholes to maneuver, and none of GrandfatherÔs illegal products to distribute at great peril, and kill friends and lovers over. It is always good to go home.In time we all. She looked so fucking hot in her short cut-off jeans and a half-shirt. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Damn, she is so fucking sexy,” I thought. When she got to where I was, she wasted no time. “What time is your wife going to be home?” “She will probably be home around seven. Why?” Angela got straight to the point, “I can’t get the other afternoon out of my head. I really want to fuck you again.” Then she moved toward me and we started kissing, making out like teenagers. If anyone.