He walked over to a small étagère that stood in a corner of the room. It was almost filled, holding several small knickknacks. He turned his attenti...n to it and was surprised to find that it was filled with little items that had been acquired on trips. It was a strange collection of items that included a keychain from Cancun, framed ticket stubs from a Broadway play, and a wedding picture. Used to the porcelain figures, glasses, and collectable plates that his wife kept on her shelves, the odd. I was topless without anything to cover my boobs. He grabbed my melons and enjoyed them for ten minutes.He pulled my nipples hard.He twisted my nipples.He held my boobs with both hands and kissed my lips..” waah kya maal hai,gore gore bade bade gol gol doodh”. He sucked my nipples unnnh.i moaned aaaaaannnnhhh annnhhhh pile mera doodh malkin ka doodh pi. Mukje nanga karke chod aur raha nahin jaata mujhse annnnnnh”He kissed my breasts and pressed them.He pressed them hard and made my boob pointed. ”Not one to argue with logic, I stole a finger full of blueberry muffin dough she was mixing up before going back to my room, carrying the boxes in with me to start filling.It was strange. The whole time I was sorting through the years of junk I had collected and deciding what to keep and what to throw out, not once did I think about why Tim hadn’t come back with us or even recall his promise to help me pack before we had left on our trip.Another thing which later struck me odd was how content. My wife had brazenly committed adultery before my very eyes, not breaking up the tryst until she was good and ready.“Sit down, both of you! Now!” my tone caught Melissa off-guard, and her smirk changed to an apparent case of anxiety and panic, even a bit of guilt and empathy, much to my surprise.Melissa sat down in the loveseat, so I gestured for her companion to join her there. They were lovers now, at least to the naked eye. They both started to put their pants back up, but I shook my head..