I felt her sweet breathe for an instant before she pressed her succulent, full lips to mine and began kissing me deeply. After many minutes I felt he... tongue forcing its way between my lips and seeking my own, her desirable hips pressed against me. She pulled my right hand down and pressed it against her breasts, the other she kept firmly pinned above my head. I then felt those long fingers gripping my throbbing cock and my swollen balls in a tight grip as we continued the arousing, lengthy. He turned it on and off a couple times before concluding that there was probably some debris in the valve preventing it from shutting off properly. It all sounded very technical to me but he said that it shouldn’t take too long to fix and he slipped off his jacket. I guess I fancied him the moment I saw him but he was there to solve a problem for me and besides, I had no idea whether any signals I sent out would be welcome or not. I watched as he turned the mains water off under the sink and. I kept hugging her while she rolled over onto her stomach. Taken over by passion, I slowly inched up her saree and petticoat revealing her ass. I was extremely excited touching her body after a very long time and pressing forward, letting her spread legs wide enough to give the access to her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I quickly reached down with a finger and probed my wife’s pussy. Her gentle gasp meant that even she must have been yearning for sex. She was thoroughly wet as my. She passed me some tissue to wipe my sweat filled eyes, but I wiped my battered pussy. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked. ‘Stopping the bl**d,’ I said. ‘You’re not bleeding,’ she said. ‘That’s easy for you to say. You’re cervix isn’t the one that’s been destroyed.’ She handed me a glass of wine which I sipped on for a few seconds. ‘I’m still sort of shaky inside,’ I said. ‘That’s a good thing, isn’t it?’ ‘How can we complete the ceremony?’ I asked. ‘I don’t have a saber. I left it at home.’.