Wo gudgudaahat se moan karti rahi. Mai wahi ek haath uski chut k upar pant k upar se hi dabaane laga aur dusre haath se boobs daba raha tha. Dheere dh...ere aese hi aage badte hue maine uska white top upar se utaara. Usne bhi jhatke se meri shirt utaar di aur hasne lagi. Maine uski bra neeche kari, wo thodi si hichkichaayi. Maine bola “Tu pehle hi sab kuch dikha chuki hai ab chupa k kya karegi”. Ye sunte hi usne apna haath mere lund pe ferna shuru kar diya aur boobs ko mere muh pe laga diya. Mai. I'm not about to bite your head off."I arched an eyebrow. "You're not? I just kissed your wife in front of a hundred people down by the pool." I was watching. First of all: she kissed you. Second: I told her to."My eyebrows furrowed. "You told her to?" Okay well technically no, I didn't tell her to, but I did know she was going to do it."I blinked and glanced around. On the path from the resort down to the beach, we were still in a public area, and I wanted to make sure nobody else was nearby.. And she was forced to go through this torture on a daily basis, at times with frenzied regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the last few months.In the last few years here had been hardly any inspired bouts of love making, which for her lusty body was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her daily bread and a daily fuck, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alive. With the usual morning. ..understand why you would want to...you know...be with someone who would ah you know ah treat you, so that way. You know. Why...why would you want that? I...I think you should be um want to be with someone who would ah, treat you the way ah, way you deserve to be, you know, treated.” I felt like an idiot, and my face was burning with embarrassment by the time I finished. She sat quietly for a minute thinking, either about what I said, or trying to figure out what the hell I was rambling on.