“Mmk … take your pants off. I’ll send them away, k?” Peaches threw hear jeans, shirt, and bra to the floor and tried to relax on the settee. S...e enjoyed exposing her nakedness. However, she, soon, began to worry. It was taking Honey a while to return. What is going on? She wondered, turning toward the front door. And there stood a very familiar sight. Her Sir. Ashamed, she gathered her clothing to her chest and tried her best to hide her transgressions. “What the fuck are you doing, bitch?” he. My wife ate a little and returned to our cabin and the jokes and comments continued. To his darling: If I love you, what business is it of yours? The line I was thinking is an old one, from Goethe. The couple was sitting directly across from me, acting as though nothing had transpired, and I was trying to do the same. More, in fact. I had to hide what I knew of them, which wouldn’t be difficult. The hard part was hiding my feelings from them, so I was helping them play a role for the audience. ” “How?” My voice wavered. “You know what I like, don’t you?” Her voice lowered, and she moved her hand faster. The noise of her hand jerking my slippery cock filled the room. “What?” “I love my nice… thick… creamy icing.” “Oh that feels good.” “Does it? …Come on. Let me see how much this big boy can cum.” “Ohhh; you’re about to.” I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling, in complete daze. I felt her other hand press hard against my chest. “Come on, Kevin. Cum real good for me, and you. He set next to my wife. He said:Ranveer: I am extremely sorry whatever happened today.My Wife: kept quiet and did not say anything.Ranveer: I am extremely sorry, I did not come to your bathroom with that intention.My Wife: Tears were rolling out and she was quiteRanveer: Please don’t cry, I am sorry. If you want I would speak to Ranveer (me).My Wife: Please!!! No!!! Don’t tell him about this. Please!!!Ranveer: Okay…okay! I would not tell anything to Ranveer, but please don’t cry. I am feeling.