. much less touch her... much less fuck her!He couldn't help himself. This was his burning desire, to watch another man fuck his wife.But the second t...oughts continued. Jen had never been with another man. She had been a virgin when they married. His was the only penis to ever be inside her. How many husbands could say that? After tonight, that wouldn't be true anymore.While the thought made him jealous, it also turned him on. He got so hot by the image of Jen being groped... fondled... soiled. Aur unki nipple pink color ki thi ye dekh me uttejna se bhar gaya lund pura tan gaya sare sharir ki naso me khoon tez daudne laga, lund to pant ko fad hi dega mano. Aunty thoda sharmate hue muskurahat k sath boli kya kabhi aisa nahi dekha to mai bola ki aunty miane pahele kabhi kisi ko aise is tarah is halat me nahi dekha vo zor se has padi jab vo has rahi thi tab unke boobs aise hil rahe the kiase batau dosto mere pas iska varnan karne k liyea koi shabd nahi mil raha unke boobs uchal rahe the. He took Ruth to an upscale restaurant for a late night dinner, and then moved to a night club to meet another couple for a round of drinks and dancing. It was loud, the drinks were weak and the dance floor crowded. Unbelievably, Marie, his crazy cashier showed up at the very same nightclub with her date walking a few steps behind. Their table was directly across the dance floor from where Jerry sat. As soon as the music ended, Marie, date in tow, came over to Jerry's table to say "Hi", make. It was only with difficulty that Razor was able to resume thinking with his big head."More like a berserker to a battlefield," Harry corrected glumly.Razor knew well that "berserker" meant "bare-shirted" or shirtless, and that Viking berserkers fought without shirts to show their contempt for danger. He had a brief mental image of Cynthia Arsenault running through a field, bare B-cup breasts bouncing, horned Viking helmet on her head and a battle-axe in her hand. It did have a certain demented.