Oh! ... frustration.I cleared the table and dumped the dirty dishes in the sink for later. I told my husband I was going for a shower and then I was o...f to bed. He mumbled something about being up soon, early start in the morning.I unzipped the dress and stepped out of it swinging it over my shoulder. Now all I was dressed in were my high heels, thigh high stockings and black satin thong as I paraded down the hallway to the bathroom.Passing my bedroom I tossed the dress onto the bed as I turned. The way she was groaning around his shaft was setting off tiny electric sparks in his head and when she came he had to think about baseball box scores to keep from shooting down her throat. While she was still coming down, he crawled around behind her and slid back into her well used pussy eliciting another groan, although at this point he wasn’t sure what kind of groan it really was. He reached over and slipped the drawer open, pulling a bottle of lube out. He had set a pace he thought he. She asked me to get on to her scooter and I did, of course who would miss a chance. I jumped on the backseat and then she accelerated hard only to stop some few meters away. The nearby potholes and a broken drain had increased our travel time to our destination and increased our scope of getting wet. I was holding her hips tightly more chaos was raining due to the inundation around the area. It took almost 15 minutes to get out of that spot and that much was the time taken by rain to drench us.. Sudha too knew this and was OK. It was only after a couple of years, Sudha told her brother Siva about the sacrifice she had made for him. This made their relationship even deeper. Everyone was in a celebratory mood. Sudha being the bride was wearing a Kancheepuram silk saree with ornaments, smiling and receiving the guests. Sruthi too was in the traditional silk saree, her hair was now longer. She did not cut her hair for these three years. It almost reached below her butt now. Thick long.