“What is your name, darling?” he asked as he turned me towards him.“Ramya,” I said.“I hope you’ve seen me on TV many times. I am Subramani...m,” he said as he slowly started removing my saree. “You look so beautiful for a middle-aged woman. I wish I could somehow own you,” he said as he fully removed my saree.Subramaniam must be at least 50 years old. He had a little belly fat, his face had many wrinkles. He removed his dhoti and looked at me. I knew what I had to do. He sat down on his sofa. I. I walked through the living room and up the stairs. I was then pinching both nipples. My shirt and bra was pushed above my breasts, my nipples hard and erect. I was punishing them for being so sensitive and distracting me all day. When I reached the bed room I pulled my silk blouse over my head, unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor…and made my way to the bathroom. I watched myself torment my breasts in the mirror above the sink. My breasts felt heavy and full. My nipples so sore. I. Reese, I’m going to cum!”At that moment she began to cum into my mouth as I continued to lick her into her orgasm. I took her off my shoulders and put her against the sink with my cock against her pussy. She looked radiant as she laid there before me with only her hijab on. I began to rub my hard cock against her pussy and she began to moan even more. After some more teasing I finally thrusted my cock into her pussy. She moaned even louder and yelled“Fuck me Mr. Reese! Fuck me!”I began to. So was I, my cock had turned rock hard with the blurry scene unfolding in front of us. I was shocked when Ginger swung the door open wider and stepped into the room, then my mouth went totally agape when she quietly pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped in behind Eric. I’m sure that up to that point neither Eric or Michelle had any clue they were being watched. Even when Ginger stepped into the shower, Eric didn’t give any reaction that he had an inkling his wife had joined them. He was.