I was and am still fond of her and fuck her daily. And putting on some flesh added to her ever smiling beautiful face. It was the rainy season of 2014... June end as I can recall. Constant breastfeeding and overpampering had taken a toll on her figure. It was one such day when it was raining heavily in Mumbai. Me and my neighbor friend Ritvik were busy in seeing a cricket match on tv while it was pouring heavily outside.My son started crying and Disha who was cooking food had to stop and she. Mene fir shivani se bat karne lga aur us se uske boyfrnd ke baare main pucha to boli esa kuch nahi hain vese hi.mene kaha tu to kiss bhi acha karti hain vo chauk gayi boli ki ye kya keh raha hain mene use btaya ki us raat collage main mene sab dekh lia tha.vo hup ho gayi aur boli ki plz kisi ko btana nahi mene kaha thik hain nahi btaunga par 1 shart hain mene kaha mujhe bhi tujhe lipat kar kiss karna hain.boli chup kar main esa nahi karungi bta de sabko koi tujhe pa vishvas nai karega mene fir. A soft hiss accompanied her toilet as she peed into the drawer, covering the bottles with a shower of her hot urine. Moments later and she was done. By now, her bladder's supply of pee was running low. She looked around, desperate for somewhere even naughtier to finish off her leak.She could, of course, have another wee over the wall but that would be boring now. So would another piss over the carpet or the table. The other cabinets were locked so she couldn't pee into them. The need in her. Then, she grabbed his cock and took it in herr mouth. Sucking it deep, pumping it with her hand. She would take it out and lick up the shaft and suck it deep again twisting her wrist as she was pumping it in her mouth, moaning on it as she sucked it. Then, she laid back and spread her legs. By now my cock was out and I was jerking off steadily. He positioned himself between her legs and slid his entire length inside her. My wife moaned deep as she stared at me through our window. She wrapped.