Her hand gently touched her swollen pussy lips and when she parted them she was amazed at how wet she still was. She knew it wasn’t just her juices ...ut also a mix with her husband’s cum and she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. She was enjoying scooping the cum out and savouring the taste remembering how she brutally received it. When she thought she had it all she decided to play with her clit and that’s when she heard every word her husband was saying. She forced herself. See, if I bend over too far, you can see right up my dress! Or if you're in front of me, you can see my breasts hanging loose inside my blouse!" Here, let me put this glass down. Do you like those kind of views, sweetie? Do you like looking up my dress? I'll let you look all you want for a little while. Were you daydreaming that other men would be getting the same view as you later, maybe even better? They might get to see me climbing in or getting out of the car in my short little dress. Or. His father repeated the question, quietly.“What are you saying?” asked Tony, but no one answered.His father leaned forward and said something else in Tamil. Manjula burst into tears, but she nodded. Both his parents had a pained expression on their faces.“Manjula — Manjula! What’s wrong?” Tony rose and went towards her, but, burying her face in her hands and sobbing, Manjula scurried from the room.Tony felt his blood pressure rise. He faced his father. “What did you say to her?” he snarled.His. .. You don't know it yet, but this is one of those mornings. Reaching for the baby oil on the night stand, I drizzle a little bit over myself. The cold drops hitting the tip, and flowing down between my fingers, and to the base of my shaft as I tighten, and then loosen my grip on myself. You still in the kitchen believing that I'm fast asleep. Cooking away at the stove in nothing but your thong, and apron. You're still tingling and slightly wet from last nights adventures. Our juice's.