Now I stood 182 centimetres tall and was quite athletic. I loved sport and would play anything I could. But I could never describe myself as anything ...ther than ordinary looking, so I was amazed that Karen not only became being my first girlfriend, but she stayed with me.While we were both at school, we went to the movies, holding hands to and from and then sitting in the back row if we could, cuddling and even kissing a little, especially if the movie wasn't that interesting.By the time I had. We aren’t one of those “free” families in the house. We close the doors. I know for a fact Brad ogled me now, because I keep glancing uncontrollably at him. Shit, he saw everything. Probably even saw my bald coochie. His dick is really sticking out. I wonder if it’s like those car mirrors, objects in mirror are closer than the appear. I think giggling. I discretely run my finger to my middle aged pussy. I know it’s going to be wet before I even touch it. My compression pants created a camel. I'd guess it to be around eight or nine inches and about two inches thick. He spoke his first words by tell Ann to get out of his way he was going to tear up that white pussy. She sat down and spun her chair around so she could watch. He was between my wife's out stretched legs and started working his cock into her wet cunt. when he was in all the way I saw my wife's hands ( complete with wedding band) wrap around that back of his neck and pulled him up closer. He never took it easy on her , as. So by the time I reached our flat ( we rented out a flat ), he will be sleeping mostly in lungi ( A south Indian dhothi which men usually wear at night mostly at villages).So now let’s come to the story,One fine day, as usual, I came to our flat at around 11 PM, he is already sleeping when I came home in lungi, he usually sleeps early, so it was pretty normal. I went to the bathroom to quickly fresh up and have dinner. When I came back, I got the sweetest shock, he is sleeping without underwear.