I was too hot. I got confused what to do, where to start. She was sitting still with all her dresses on. then I pressed her boobs and started explorin... her cunt. She holds my hands and told not to touch it as she was in her periods. I got disheartened as I feel I am losing a chance to fuck. I was pressing her boobs and freed it from the clutch of her bra. By that time she removed my shorts and was playing with already hard dick. I asked her whether I can fuck her cunt. She told it is no. She was eye level with his crotch and reached up and rubbed the outside of his shorts. He was very obviously hard and took off his shorts. His cock bounced up into my wife’s face and she immediately grabbed it and started sucking it. She was slurping on it and would occasionally look over at me to see if I was watching and that all was still good. The look on my face was obviously giving her a green light and she continued to suck that big black cock for all it was worth. I found myself. He: Good night my little baby.And he went to his room. I was lying on my bad and thinking about all the good time with uncle.DATE: DECEMBER 20TH, 2009 (To keep the matter short, I am not writing marriage procedures in details) MORNING:We all were at the Church for my marriage according to Catholic system. I was in white Gown (specially prepared for marriage) and my hubby Ramesh was in light brown suit. He was looking very handsome and once again, I was proud on myself on my choice. I am. ‘They’re here,’ he said instead. A knock at her outer door. Lyla crossed, looking back at Michael with a terrible, pensive frown. She opened it. The next 10 minutes happened with military efficiency. Not one but two generals, and their right hand men. One of the generals was a woman. Clever touch, Michael noted. They announced Michael and Lyla should sit, so they did, at her table which was still strewn with half nibbled croissant and untackled grapefruit. They looked like a too young couple.