I looked at her face as I did so her eyes shut tightly now against reality and locking her herself deep in the fantasy of having her “Irish stud’s...�� cock fill her.“Can I hold your hand whilst I watch?” I asked likely taking her fingers in my own “I’m right here next to you, you look so fucking amazing …it’s so hot watching you fuck …is he good?” “yessssss !” came the reply as her sex squeezed the cock inside her, “he’s great he’s beautiful …thank you” She bit her lip and brought her other hand. I was laying there my arms over my head, fingers touching, on my tummy with my legs slightly spread apart. As the eyes of my principal were watching and while Mr Martin was stroking himself I could feel a really rough moist warm object licking the back of my neck, it wasnt a gentle it was a rough type of licking, not like the sensual licking of the Principal that I just experienced before. This was a hungry Janitor, I could smell some of the chemicals from his clothes and a musty smell coming. It gives a romantic wife kind of feeling. I can see the rose petals floating around me.I can feel the cold breeze playing around, hitting my face, and tickling my hair. I could see the warm glow coming from her back. She was smiling at me while being shy at the same moment. I was lost in that heaven until I noticed her sad and disappointed face.WTF! All rose petals vanished, the cold breeze was gone, the glow disappeared, and her smile? There was no smile. I got my senses back when I learned. Maine kaha ye aapki jimmedari hai ki papa ko nahi pata chalna chiye.Ab raat ke 8 bajte hain khana khate khate 8:30 ho gaye papa bhi sone chale gaye , aur main bahbi se bolkar upar chali gayi , bhabi bhi kahin na kahin excited dik rahi thi magar apni excitement ko chupate hue jaldi aane ko kaha.Maine ab bhi vahi pehn rakha tha jo subah. So main uske room main gayi aur chair par baith gayi vo apne bed par baitha tha . SO sabse pehle usne mera naam poocha, aur fhir mujhe padhane usne mujhe ek.