I quickly got up, paid my tab and jumped in the car home, it was a half hour drive to get back so it left enough time for them to start before I joine... them.I made it to the front door and opened it quietly, I could see her blouse and skirt on the floor of the living room and a pair of jeans and a top of his next to it, I looked over to see this young guy with his dick in my wife’s beautiful mouth, she was sucking him hard and he was calling her a dirty slut.I opened the door fully and walked. She was small--only about five feet had she been standing--and young, her face framed by long blond hair. Through the light pink of her clothing I could see a well-trimmed golden bush crowning her abused womanhood. He reached out and with a gloved hand touched her erect nipples, and I felt the first stirrings of the ghost. He squeezed her dead breast and I felt her take me with a scream."No!" She/I wailed, "Not again!"It was dim, and she/I had falled alseep with the window open. My/Her hand lay. That was so overdue,” I blurted.“Yeah,” she responded.We were both standing there shivering noticeably and dripping wet. Our hands were pruned from being in the shower so long.“Need to warm up?” I asked.She gave a shivering nod. She grabbed some clean towels and we dried off. I was still cold, but barely still shivering.But, she was still just shaking like crazy. She is such a tiny little thing and she could not warm up, especially with her wet hair. We weren’t under the cold water for that. Mom kuchh nahi boli aur phir maine apni tang se mom ki tang ko sahlane laga. aga, aur unka balance bigra aur wo mre upar gir gayee unke boobs meri chhtiyo se sat gaye aur mere lund la dabab unke jangho ya chut ke kuchh hisse par pada to unhe bhi current sa laga aur unke muh se nikla uiiiiiii mai bol kya hua kuchh nahi re chal thik se pee mom seedhi leti aur mai unke upar let kar chuchiyo ko chhos choos kar doodh peene laga, mom apni bur par ab lagatar hath phira rahi thi, aur phir petikot me.