Or two or three or six, I got up, padded barefoot down the hall, down the stairs, into the kitchen, got a drink of water, drank it, picked up the ring...ng phone and got a dial tone.A quick trip to the bathroom, as quick as a healthy young man with a full bladder can make it. I had just started to pee and the phone started up again."Answer the fucking phone!" hollered Grace.Stopping in mid stream? Not on your life. "I'm busy." God, do I have to do everything?"Pad, pad, pad, Ring ring ring. "OW!. I came to know that, her marriage is arranged one and she doesn’t have much interest with her hubby and he is also not having much interest towards her. Next day also we started sharing Good Morning and stuff like that, and that day night she asked about my plan for this weekend. As I didn’t have much, I asked her. She asked me, How about you come to my home for dinner. As I am cooking all these days, I happily agreed for the invitation. On that, Friday I went to her home with few beers (As I. I had just witnessed my supposed loving wife commit acts that most porn stars wouldn’t even do! I knew one thing though. I had to find out more.*************After having a few drinks at a local pub, I drove home late. I wondered to myself if Terri even cared that I was getting home so late. When I got home, she was asleep. I didn’t blame her. After the fucking she had just received it would be hard for anyone to stay awake. I crept silently into the bedroom and inspected my sleeping bride.. Using his thumb on his other hand he rubbed gently her clit at the same time and her face fell forward, the water streaming down his chest from her wet hair, and her legs started to wobble as the waves of satisfaction started to ebb and flow through her nerve endings. The scream of joy when it came erupted from deep inside of her, and he felt her spasm around his fingers, her juice flowing freely down the inside of her thighs mingling with the shower water and the residue of soap. Picking her.