He was still keeping his apartment but moving in with us, this still gave him and my wife a sanctuary to go to when they needed it. From my domain in ...he guest room I could hear the moans and groans of ecstasy coming from what used to be my bedroom each night, it was insanely erotic. Each morning I would take their morning coffee to their room, knocking first of course and waiting outside until I heard the command to enter. I guess I was hoping to catch a small glimpse of that beautiful naked. He was kissing her, pressing her breast with one hand and another hand was trying to find her naked waist. He could not find her naked waist, so she herself adjusted her saree to give him access to her waist. He touched her bare waist for the first time, and it was butter soft. He pressed her waist and pinched it.Next, she asked him, “Can I touch it?” He asked, “What?” She said, “That one”. He asked, “Which one?” She said, “Your hardness”. He asked, “What is it called?” She said, “Penis”. He. Then I took a few moments to savour the perfection of the stripes on the neatly cut lawn; another good job. On a summer's evening like this, it was almost a pleasure to mow the grass before our evening meal.I trundled the barrow through the gap in the yew hedge and into the vegetable garden. Laura had insisted on planting an evergreen hedge between the 'entertaining' and 'productive' parts of our garden; I hadn't objected because the slightly warmer microclimate within the shelter of the hedge. I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe what was happening. After a couple minutes, she looked at me and asked, ‘Do you want me to suck your dick?’ ‘God, yes,’ I gasped. Marie got up from the couch, taking off her ‘librarian’ sweater, and knelt between my legs. She removed my pants, then ran her tongue from the base of my cock all the way to the tip. When she took the head into her mouth and slowly began to work the head with her tongue, I thought I was going to explode. I had dreamt of this a.