My wife stops breathing for a moment. I don't smoke and neither does she. Holding the matches is an invitation for her to join with me in the sacred r...te. It is an invitation to the kiss. She takes one match out of the little book and hands the matchbook back to me. She says, "I need to brush my teeth and stuff." She departs for the bathroom as I get out another match.She returns nearly thirty minutes later wearing a soft robe. I embrace her as she comes to me. We kiss in the center of our. William ran his hands through the flimsy delicate garments, picking up a small pair of red lace panties.Bringing them to his face, he inhaled them and grinned as he got his idea for his revenge. "This is for you, stuck up bitch," and unzipped his jeans. He stood, masturbating as he covered his face with the crotch of the panties. Picturing her wearing nothing but these tiny panties, he drooled into them as he stroked. With a groan, he ejaculated over her drawers and mirror, "Take that, you. Phir bhabhi ne chadar bataya aur mere upar chad ke phir uchalne lagi aur boli tu bhi apne kapde utar. Toh usne bhi apne kapde utar diye. Jaisa socha tha usse zyaada bada uske mamme the chut pe halki si baal thi jo bahut mast lag rahi thi. Woh apni chut me ungli kar rahi thi. Woh boli jaldi karo na didi mujhe bhi choodna hai dekho meri chut se kitni paani gir rahi hai.Toh bhabhi ne kaha ki iske mooh me baith ja ye chut bahut badhiya chatta hai tujhe mast kar dega. Woh turant mere mooh me apni. "Oh... Ohhh..." Caress your clit." She was on autopilot now. A slut was born. My own personal slut. My plaything. My fucktoy. Two fingertips reached for her clit and stroked slowly up and down its length. I continued directing her. "Use a fingernail. Keep pushing in the beads."She arched her back each time she pushed them into her ass. "Ohhh..."I got up and moved over to the couch. Allison's eyes popped open as I sat down on the edge of it. We smiled at each other, before she closed her eyes.