Yes! The famous unpredictable Mumbai rains.I did not stop and continued riding and we reached her home soon but got fully drenched it heavy rain. I st...pped the bike and she got down from it while I kept bike running. The moment she stepped down and I turned my eyes towards her, I was stuck, completely frozen. She had fully drenched clothes, which was feast to the eye. Her light green color shirt got stuck to her beautiful boobs while her trouser cling to her ass and legs showing her perfect. She starts at my neck making slow circles with the scrubby as she begins to work down my chest. She gets to my nipples and slowly circles them, paying extra attention to them as she knows that this is a sensitive part for me. I just close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the sensation that I am getting from her attention. All the while I am starting to get a hard on from what my wife is doing to me. After giving my nipples all the attention that they can handle she starts to wash my. He kissed her again as she recovered from her orgasm, she loved the way his lips felt on hers and marveled at his patience with her.As the kissing heated them both back up, he began moving her so she was over him. He held his rigid shaft as she squatted above him. He moved the blunt head of it around some to get it lubricated, and then guided her down on it. Fatima's eyes opened wide as she felt the thick knob pushed into her. She had never felt anything remotely akin to the pleasure radiating. Ik hebnog wel ergens iets liggen dat je beter zal staan. Het zal jou welpassen. Hoe haal je het in je hoofd om er op zondag zo bij te lopen,Emmanuel?"Terwijl hij wegloopt, aarzel ik nog even. Maar trek dan toch maar hetkostuum uit, het overhemd en de stropdas. Ik hang het terug in de kasten wacht op Waldo. Waldo komt terug met een doos. "Kom Emmanuel, de restook uit. Wie draagt nu nog een hemd en van die degelijke onderbroeken?En die sokken en die schoenen, die natuurlijk ook uit. Kom op,.