As I opened the door I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex being done to my wife. There was grunting from the bloke, moaning from the wife and b...dies slapping together. Knowing that he was still here and she was still being used like a dirty whore by him got me going. I'd gone from a slightly tired but hopeful hubby to an eager perverted hubby that wanted to watch the action. I started up the stairs undoing my shirt. As I got to the stairs I got a bit of a shock. There was a guy coming. I have to travel a great deal all over India and therefore spend quite a bit of time on the road or rail. Due to this reason I have made the buses and trains my sex room and what a variety it offers. Women of all ages and desires sweating and moving in rhythm. It’s a great feeling. Most guys would know if they are from a metropolitan city what I’m talking about because no matter a woman’s age everyone tries to make a beeline for her and rub against her or squeeze her tits or rub his dick and so. You did scare the crap out of him, and when he came back and got a whiff of what you left him, he broke down and cried, Syl. He is a cute boy, but how do you think he is going to be with the next girl who decides she wants to roll around with him? I'm your angel, okay?'" and with that, she changed her shape until she was about six times as large, with a white gown, huge feathered wings, boobs, hips and every bit the guardian angel that catholic k**s got. Her eyes were on fire. Her voice made. "You were her vernoyen. I am very pleased to meet you."The old man looked at Harlen a moment, then back at Hyandai. "Yes, I was." He said with pride. "For a year and a day, I am sure I was the happiest man in the land." He gave Hyandai a sly look. "Your sister was a wondrous lady."She nodded. "She is very well thought of." She said seriously. "I certainly think highly of her, as well."Harlen watched all this with some measure of confusion on his face. "You Harlen, you truant," Tammer said to.