I could see the pink silk material sticking out of his balled up fist. “So you have been stealing my panties. So what’s your deal? Do you like wea...ing them? Are you some sort of cross dressing pervert?” Brian looked down, he was scared but his face showed his true emotion, he was embarrassed. He didn’t look up from the floor as he tried to explain, “No, I don’t wear them, I’m not some sort of pervert.” “Then what do you do with them?” Before I asked the question I knew the answer, but for some. And kiss started.. Hmm ummmFirst slow then fast then wild.. We were like eating each other.. Na jane kab se bhuke ho..Hmmm and now I started rubbing her boobs …Ad pressing them wildly. And her hand was on my back. And on m hair.. She was pulling my hairs and pushing me on herThen she said.. Lets go to bedroomWo uthi and jane lage..Her sari was not in good position.. Pallu kahi gira hua tha..Blouse ki position thk nhi thi..Wo jane lagi to maine uska pallu pakad liya.. Then wo ghum ghum k ander. He then started a slow, rhythmic pumping into and out of her with that huge shaft at its full thickness. The shaft seemed to push and pull at her as he tried to move it in and out of my shy little wife with short tempting strokes. He pushed. She moaned. We watched.Although he was trying to thrust in and out, there was not a lot of movement, something less than an inch or so of the shaft might have been going in and coming out. I think it was mostly just her lips being pushed in and out and the. “Well, yes, Kenny. It’s probably not the first time you’ve caught me looking. You’ve got the biggest…thing I’ve ever seen.” Ken was six-four and had an appropriately long and thick shlong .His wife, Joyce, a short and cuddly brunette with a pair of big round knockers said, “Once he gets a woody like that, I have to give him a hand job to calm him down.”Ken smiled. “Can I have a hand job now, honey?”Joyce laughed. “I gave you a hand job yesterday.” She surprised me with her next comment. “Roni.