I live in Delhi (wrong place).but we originally don’t belong to Delhi, we from Madhya Pradesh (wrong place).so in a year or so we go to our village ...o as to spend the summer holidays. We have relatives all over India and they too join us there in summer heat. The story which I am going to relate is a bit old incident. It happened some 6 years ago or so. So it may be 1999 or so. It was the month of May or June when the summer was on its high. Our family mom, dad, I and 2 of my sisters joined us. "Now Colonel" lectured the perky WREN, "You need to get up and walk around a bit — can't have you getting all stuffy like these older gents, can we?" David knew better than to respond to her rhetorical question. Sally ran the AISO like Genghis Khan led the Mongols — with ruthless efficiency. While very pretty — she was the reason someone had coined the phrase 'beauty is only skin deep'! As David meekly stood up and walked around the cramped office — he thought pityingly of the Henry who was. I took her clothes off, laid her on the bed and began licking her large nipples as I stroked her pussy, trying to get it wet enough for action. Soon, I was sliding my cock inside her hairy pussy. During the missionary style pounding, she took a phone call from her boyfriend and talked to him. I suppose that I should have been unnerved, but I didn’t give a damn, I wasn’t there to date her and the idea of her boyfriend being forced to talk to her while some guy he never met was slamming his cock. That is when I more clearly formed the idea in my mind that my quiet revenge against my husband would be to let our son steal glances at what his father was ignoring.. The next night and for the rest of the week I dressed just as I had the first night, except that I did wear my panties. And that I always did the dragging on the bed while Rickie did the lifting, and without fail every single night little Ricky stared right at my breasts as they swayed back and forth under my robe. He never.