A light-hearted,spontaneous social situation. We'd been joking with all sorts ofpeople about all sorts of things, and that may be why I decidedwell, ...nough already. As as soon as we were alone I turned andsaid to my husband in a sprightly but affectionate tone of voice, "You really do like imagining you're a girl, don't you?" "What?" he replied. Obviously he couldn't think of anything elseto say. Because it was true and we both knew it. Obviously, hewas wondering how after all those years. " Right - but you usually drop your speed off a mile before that sign because of that cop. What was different about today? Were you on your phone?"I could barely look at him as I whispered "Yes." I had broken the phone rule. Conversations while driving were only for utilitarian purposes. I was lost, a road was closed and I needed new directions. Any lengthy conversations were prohibited because they were a distraction and a threat to my safety.I met his gaze and he looked so disappointed. "You. She continued to rub the vibrator around her clit, pressing down hard on it. Finally, she involuntarily orgasmed, I felt her legs go limp as she shuddered through the forced orgasm. It was so erotic, seeing and feeling her squirm from the massive orgasm, it crashed through her body, gripping it tightly and keeping her there at it’s throbbing peak of ecstasy. Her body shuddered violently as the waves of her climax washed over her again and again, unwilling to release her yet from its grip. Her. It was very dim light I grabbed rittu and started kissing her and she to responded as she was high on vodka.After dancing for few mins we came back on the table to bawa and now rittu wanted to go to the loo and i called waiter to take her to the loo. As she left bawa told me that my wife is very sexy and i thanked him and then he asked yaar koi prostitu hai as he was very horny and I told him its very late now as no prostitute would come by this time.Then he asked me rittu se kuch karwa de and.