She always wore a hijab and a traditional Muslim dress. However today she was wearing a hot pink hijab and tight black yoga pants and a long sleave t-...hirt. She was almost dressed like some college slut. I glared at her when I saw this since she knew I greatly disapproved of this haram way of dressing.As I glared at her for a few seconds my attention was broken by the sound of the doorbell. She quickly brokke my gaze and ran to the door where she greeted a large muscular pale man with a head of. I sat on the old iron chair in your garden and waited, smoking, the rain starting to drizzle down around me. It took you 15 minutes to get home, I was shivering a bit by then and you pulled me close to warm me up, kissing me and opening the door to get us inside and out of the weather.I sat at your kitchen table as you turned up the heating and put on the kettle for some coffee. We'd both been out at Christmas parties and the tequila (mine) and the wine (yours) was making us both a little. My wife asked him to go now and she will call him to tell her reply. He went way. I come to hall, with lot of angry saying that my wife should not got down to this low, to get back money. But my wife told my that, there is no other way to get money back. She want me to decide, money or culture. I didn’t say anything. My wife called him to come at 11am with money.Next day, silently waited outside of my bedroom. I arranged the windows are unlocked. I could see the hall and bedroom very clearly. I heard Amy’s voice.“Come on, let’s fuck before Annie wakes up,” she whispered.She raised herself up and guided his erect cock between her thighs. Then with a sigh she sank down, impaling herself deeply on it, before starting to bounce up and down. Supporting herself on her hands, she leant over so he could play with her tits.What with the creaking of the bed, the slurping of his cock in Amy’s wet hole, and their excited breathing, I felt able to let myself go a little, and began to use my.