He was trying to get up, but every time he tried he had a hand on her some where. Karen saw his pimply face turn as red as a beet as he realized he ha... his hand under her shirt right on top of her left titty. Karen just grabbed his hand and held it there as she pulled them over with her other hand.He sat up and looked up at Karen, blushing, and apologized for touching her. She reached over and hugged him to her chest, pulling him to her t-shirt covered tits once more, and told him not to worry.. “Sorry love, I’ve gotta get dressed and go to work.” I said and laughed as I pulled away from her as she pretended to sulk. She watched every movement as I got dressed, the desire I could see in her eyes thrilled me I must admit.I left Mandy sitting in bed with a cup of tea and headed for the shop. I had a pleasant but quiet morning until about eleven when Mandy came in. We spent the afternoon chatting and getting to know each other better. A couple of times we were caught kissing when. The combined sexual smells along with her smoke were deliciously becoming more pronouced in the room and if he liked it now, it would only get better from here. Coming down from her orgasm and taking another drag from her proferred cigarette, she though how lucky she was to have not any man, but just this man. He was her soul mate and husband of 18 years. Though they were childless, he'd been unfailingly doting, faithful, romantic, caring and kind. He too, like her, also had a very kinky. She took my underwear and smelt it. Took my cock and started to shake it. She smelled my cock in the middle. She was looking at me and I was looking at her. She moved her pallu aside and allowed me to look at her cleavage. She had nice boobs. The canal between her two boobs made my cock much hard. She took my cock in her mouth and played with the tip with her tongue. I was moaning a little and I was trying to control it. She stood up and raised her saree up. She lowered her blue flowered.