“Then Imagine I paraded the sexiest woman into our cabin and began screaming with lust as we began fucking.”“It wasn’t joy or lust,” she mum...led“I seriously don’t give a fuck why you were screaming,” Kyle snapped back.Lori had never seen him so angry. He was shaking with fury. Tears were streaming down his face as they stood in their driveway.“Regardless of why. How would YOU feel if I did that to YOU? Hey, how… would… you… feel?”Kyle stared at her waiting for an answer.“Well, answer me. It. The look of her deep neck when she doesn’t wear a dupatta is enough to get tempted for her. I usually get a lot of sneak peeks at her cleavage when she bends as she usually doesn’t wear a dupatta at home. She wears a saree very rarely. But when she wears one, you can’t resist looking at her navel. Her side boobs through that blouse show her heavy bust. The cleavage is minimum. But the transparent pallu decently exposes her deep neck. Her saree drapes her ass so well that the shape is clearly. He just rocked gently and thought of the joys of this plain old rocker. She had liked it the first time she saw it. It was in a shed where it had been stored after his grandparents had died. It was so plain that no one else in the family had coveted it and it had begun to show the signs of ill attention with the wood looking dried. They had commented at the strange design of the seat and his mother had told him that it was grandma’s knitting chair. The explanation seemed plausible enough…. " Good," she said, finally smiling. "Bambi's got a temper and it makes her foolish sometimes. Did she enjoy herself this afternoon? How many times did she cum?" I don't know," I replied, giggling self-consciously as Laura massaged my shoulders. "We both came a lot, I think. She seemed pretty happy with me." Hmph!" The woman smiled at that. "It was a silly question, huh? I must be getting old." I don't think so," I sighed, watching our visitor watch us.We would make love the way we most often.