If they harm my wife , I would not be able to protect her. I could not here what they talked. They walked downstairs. I waited . But I did not hear an... scream or shout of my wife. It must be over 10 minutes and none of them came up . I was unable to accept that my wife will so easily succumb to them. I also walked down. I came to bottom most step which was adjacent to door of Divya’s room. Door was wide open . I could never knew that whether door was not bolted from inside or wife opened door. To this end Stephanie has teased and flirted with me for over six-weeks. Finally, my resistance crumbled and she bedded me.The sexual energy that had built up these past weeks watching Stephanie prance around in her bikini by the pool, in her tight yoga pants and tight t-shirts at home, in her painted on Rock & Republic jeans, her tight clothes wrapped around a perfect little body, had driven me wild. She had managed to convince me to take her to an office party (where she danced slow dances. Vo ghar mai jada tar gownpahanti thi jisamai se unki mast jawani ko mai hamesha ghur ghur kar dekhata rahata tha,mai aur vo hamesha hassi mazak karta rahate vo bhi bahut frank thi aur mere room mai bhi ati thi kisi na kisi bahane aur koi kamm hota to muze batati.Aisehi hamari ghahri dosti huyi. Bhabhi bhi aksar muze kuch alag aur nasheeli nazro se dhekhati mai bhi unko kisi na kisi bahane se chune ki koshish karta rahata aur moke dekhata mai ek baaar ghar mai akela tha gharawale function k liye. The milk from Monique's bosom tasted like pure nudity, and it wasgetting powerful now - like you were standing there one minute, fullyclothed, and then all of a sudden, every bit of fabric you were wearingwas ripped off in a blinding flash! The flavor and feeling kept gettingstronger and stronger, the more milk I drank from her bosom. I was nude,and she was nude, and all the feelings of nude poured into me from themilk in her breast.I tasted the flavor of pure nudity it in her milk, and then.