I got a good chance. I said, “you wicked wife, you were ordered to sip not to gulp, you have to start again from number one and this time no gulping... She was almost weeping and finished the three glasses somehow. When she started to get up I forced her to the squat position again and said, “I said you can pee. I never said you can go to the bathroom.” Saying this I just gave her plump ass a small kick. She could not hold it any longer and started peeing on her saree with a hissing sound. I and. I sat on the chair , my skirt riding up a bit and the split showing enough stocking leg to tease, I casually ran my fingers up my calf, over the knee and along the outside of my thigh ,DAMN it felt great.I stood at the huge antique mirror above the fireplace, the reflection showed the whole room with me at the centre. I posed, front, back and rear, drinking in this sight of Lydia, no trace of Neil except what lay beneath the veneer. I ran my hands over the silk blouse, cupping the fake breasts.. I told her I missed her and that I would love to make love to her again. She said “NO” I said ok well I miss you and I’m still cut off for the most part from my wife. I said if I could just taste a pussy again, I would be so grateful; she had on a pair of parachute pants that were popular at the time. She stared at me for a minute, reached under her pants, rocked forward, hooked her thumbs in her waist band, and pulled her pants and panties down in one swoop. I got on my knees, lifted her legs. I started kissing on the visible breast area from her bra. Was licking that bulge from the bra and made my saliva on her breast. It was shining with my saliva, in the mean time, she was lifting her neck and her head was lifted and pressing my face inside her breast, I did not leave not even one visible part of her bosoms. In the mean time my had was under her ass and holding her ass cheeks and I was actually lying on her and i dint even realise that.After kissing and licking, I turned her and.