Not an ounce of fat is visible, unlike my 300-and then-some pounds husband, who is doing his best to improve the impression of a beached walrus every ...ay. To be honest, my husband wasn't always like that; he was much sharper and more sophisticated when we got married, no twelve years ago. Nowadays making love with my husband is an ordeal and we do it only rarely. Not much is lost in that department; I married him for his money and he married me to show off a pretty young wife to his business. This mere thought got me erected. There was eight hours. I wanted to take it slow. I had condoms inside my pocket. You know, safety first. Oh my god, I almost forgot to explain the looks of my girlfriend. She is 5’4” tall. She is not fair and not black. You can say the perfect Indian color. And her shape is perfect 34-26-34. And her boobs, wow they are so perfect. I was longing to see them in my hands.I don’t know what to do. How to start. So I simply put on the TV. Sun music was on. We were. On one occasion a man she brought home from the bar was so fascinated with my wifes muff that he stopped to turn on the bedroom light and spent quite some time between her legs just complimenting, admiring and licking her juicy lips. As she came to bed she snuggled up to me wrapping her hand around my cock. My wife and Joe had shared the ride to work together on a couple occasions and the frequent sexual conversation between them lead to their meeting. His wife wouldnt be home and when my lil. “Oh Daddy, how can Mum not want that, it was beautiful.” She finally released her hold on him, pushing his head away, looking at his face covered in her own juices. She leaned forward and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.“Now you have to fuck me,” she said.“I can’t baby,” he replied, “we can’t risk it, if your mother was to come looking for me it would be terrible.”“But l want you Daddy,” she pleaded.“In the morning sweetheart,” he said, “your mother is going shopping early, we can do it.