Charu mummy – Are thoda sa sabar rkho, ghar ja karna hi hai.Kuch hi der me hum dono ghar aa gye. Wo sidhi mere bedroom me aayi aur bed par baith gyi... Main bhi unke sath baith kar bola.Main – Aap baitho main coffee bana kar lati hoon.Charu ki mummy ne mera hath pkada aur boli – O behen ke chod kutte, tujhe kya lagta hai ki main yahan coffee pine aayi hoon. Sale aaj main dekhti hoon tere jawan lund me kitna dam hai.Ye keh kar unhone mere hontho ko apne hontho me le liya aur mere hontho ko wo jor. .and she said "Yeah....., it's in my pussy now"! So Greg starting pushing his cock deeper and deeper in Miss Cheryl's pussy and just kept on fucking Cheryl's wet pussy while spreading her ass cheeks apart. There Greg was fucking my wife's pussy while I was watching him fuck her! He kept squeezing Cheryl's tits while he was fucking her pussy from behind! I could not believe it was happening! It was like some kind of drunk, dream fantasy for me and It was great! I'm still not sure why this was. I wasn’t going to say that I wondered if we might have been lovers, we both knew that was never going to happen. I was going to say…’ she hesitated. I looked up with tear filled eyes. I saw the truth in her beautiful green eyes, her sweet face framed by perfect, almost black short hair that shone in the late evening sun. ‘I was going to say that I wondered if me getting married would change things between us. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.’ How could she be sorry for doing nothing? I. I had moved forward with Jonathan in lockstep, a perverse ballet of step, counter-step, would you like to do this, I would like to do that, innuendo and taunt, tease and titter, titillation and tentativeness, until...My mind said no more.He eased off me and I turned on my side, curling into a fetal ball. "Please go to bed, Jonathan." Mom... ?"I continued shaking my head, eyes squeezed shut, jaws clenched tight, lips drawn back, breathing through my teeth. What had I done? What had I done? What.