Now she was in her black bra. I then put my hand on her back and opened the hooks of her bra. Then I took the bra over her shoulder and throw away .th...n I started squeezing her big juicy boobs and started sucking her breast .After few min of sucking her both breast I removed her panty and reached her navel. And I started licking her navel I began to move my tongue all over her navel she started moaning “ahh very nice…..” Then I opened the nada of her salwar but it never fell down because of the. Taking her time, studying the glimmer of the moon on my engorged flange, she leaned in and offered a tentative lick at the translucent drop perched on its top. The drop stuck, held onto her tongue, stretched with her as she leaned back and connecting her to me by a thin salty string. Her hands moved up, gently cupped my sack, squeezed gently, watching my reaction intently, drawing response, willing me to admit the glorious torture, willing me to succumb, to submit, to enjoy. I gasped at her. With my husband listening to every sound I was once again in a position where to cause a fuss would court disaster. "I expect he wants a bit of home comfort," my husband said as the teenager let his hands wander over my body. I fought not to cry out in outrage and surprise. "It must be hard on him in the big city."Tom, his tongue in my other ear, heard this and took the phone from my shock-numbed grasp. "It sure is hard, Mr. Hill," he told Arnold in his innocent farm boy voice, taking my. I walked back giggling sitting down on the toilet to pee. Wiping myself I wondered how much more my husband can take. He was submissive but everyone has their breaking point. I crept back into bed as Greg woke to my soft kiss on his cheek. "You were wonderful," I told him. "You weren't so bad yourself," he shot back, "and I've got a confession to make, I wanted you from the moment our eyes met." "Want to take a shower?" I asked. "Only if you're taking one with me," he said. I couldn't.