Or perhaps I should go back and sit by your wife and get to know her better. She seems to be the one wearing the pants in your family. The pants her d...ddy bought you.’ Peter turned beet red and it looked, for a second, like he was going to strike her. But instead, he took her wrist in a strong grip, opened the French door with the other hand, and propelled her out onto the stone patio of the garden. He dragged her over into the bushes and against the blank side wall of a pool house, and trapped. He lifted my leg from under the seat and press the sheet under my buttocks. Of course still rock hard my dick was in the way. James ever-so-slightly pushed my dick aside to tuck the sheet. I jumped a little but pretended not to notice. My dick would not go down so James massaged that leg and then the other. This time I moved my dick out of the way as subtly as I could. He massage my legs very well I might add. And I felt a bump against my dick and balls again. I had my eyes closed so I didn't. It was a Mercedes S-Class and probably cost more than my home in Mumbai. When we reached the bungalow, I was absolutely taken aback. I hadn’t seen such a magnificent home before. I mean, I had, but never visited one in person.There were two floors, and in the main hall was a chandelier and an 82” 8K TV. I’d only seen it on Technical Guruji’s channel once and never thought I’d get to see it for real. I don’t want to bore you with more details about the bungalow, but it was huge, cool, luxurious,. I did not let her go deep into water; she was hardly in shoulder-deep water. After 15 minutes or so I asked her to get up from water.She was now a bit hesitant, for she knew the moment she would come out from sea those strangers could clearly see her elated breasts which jutting out through the wet transparency of her T-shirt and I too knew that, and it’d already granted me an erection.And we came out from water, and the eyes of some strangers on the beach spontaneously turned glued to my.