He had no occasion to feel a woman’s lips and body close to his for longer than he cared to remember. Besides, he was not kissing just any woman. He...was kissing the woman he was masturbating and ejaculating for. I could guess that his throbbing cock must have been rock hard and must be poking into the split between my wife’s thighs.The Brigadier’s hand was running up and down the length of my wife’s gown exploring her back and squeezing Sumi’s buttocks hard. He kept running his fingers all. Now it was more comfortable and jiggling, when she was ascending the steps, to be frank I had a great hard – on seeing that. Anyway she was a perfect woman and caught my attention. The whole day she was very good taking care of my mother. Then I went and spoke to her about us and found that she is staying away from home in a hostel. Then that day evening she changed herself to go home. She was the same as in the morning with firm breast; she was ascending down the steps her boobs were not. The feeling was electric. They moved inside her as she moved. They made her want to fuck. She finished washing under the hot torrent of water. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a large bath sheet around herself. She picked up her toothbrush and brushed her teeth and then gargled some mouthwash. Soon she hoped to be gargling hot cum. Once she had dried off, she dressed. A very tight pair of jeans, no knickers, a tight t-shirt, and no bra. The pussy balls lay on the dressing table,. “Does that mean... ?” she asked, trailing off.“Yes,” I replied with a smirk. “If you can manage to sit in your chair and play until I finish working without having a spontaneous orgasm, you’ll be coming back to the pens with me as my personal pet. Do you think you can manage that?”She nodded excitedly and said, “Yes Master,” before picking up her instrument and starting to play. I sat back and kicked my feet up on the desk as I listened to the soothing sounds of the dulcimer, and the faint.