Me ulta hi piche chala ja raha tha.bath tub me pani bhara hua tha aur me bath tub me chala gaya aur achanak mera per phisla aur me gir gaya.me jese hi...sambhla mene dekha ki mami mere par aake beth gayi thi.me unko aise dekh kar bahut ghabra gaya.bade bade boobs,patli kamar gora badan aur ek ajab si sex apeal ne mjhe pagal kar diya.mene achanak se unko baho me le liya aur unki pith ko meri taraf kar diya(ye sab bath tub me ho raha tha).aur piche se unke boobs dabane laga.phir use thoda upar. To make her comfortable, if drove very slowly still she clung to me tightly and there was some genuine fear no doubt in her mind because while taking a turn she asked me to reduce the speed a bit.Later on she became carefree and rested her head on my back after an half-an-hour’s ride we reached her building. She told me that she lives with her sister who’s older than her and but she’s currently out of town. Her parents lived to a nearby city and had kept their daughters in this city for. Until it became too much more for my wife to handle. She finally snapped, "Listen bitches, I am not a liar. If I have to prove it, I will. Who wants to make a fucking bet that my husband can shoot 3 loads in a row, without going soft? Come on, who wants to put their money where there mouth is? $500 bucks each, and when I prove you wrong you all owe me a big apology." I think she pretty much figured that taking this tone, and acting so confident would prove to them she was not lying and that. She sat next to me and rustled my hair.“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not mad.”I couldn’t look her in the eyes. But I didn’t get a nice view of her cleavage through her robe. It was tied closed but had loosened a bit when she sat down. Her breasts were pushing against the confines of the material. I was still fully erect, and she could no doubt see it.“You’re not?” I asked.She smiled. “Of course not. I already knew what you were doing before I even came in.”I gave her a questioning look.“You do it.