So... This is about my wife's encounter with the man known as shane diesel. San Marcos Inn was an ideal place to meet. The people there were seeking ...he same thing we were. Sex. We met in the resturant that was close by, and to make it brief. We all got along well. Shane sat next to my wife, I will call Cher. And after playing around for a while between drinks. We headed up stairs to our room. Now before I go on I have to add that Shane and I talked between ourselves, and I had set down some. All my clothes are here and there. And also posters of bay watch all over my room. I was a big fan of Pamela that time. She looked at those and said “This is the reason you are not concentrating on your studies.”I said “What bhabi, these are nothing.” She said “Acha then what is keeping your focus away from your studies.” She sat on my bed and put her arms to support her on the bed. I said “No bhabhi, its not like that. Just that….” She interrupted me in between and said “Don’t lie to me; I. His foster mother had made him wear one of her daughters knickers and the girls had teased him and called him sissy boy...One day he had heard his Foster mother boasting to a friend, that if you knew the right people in Social Services, and looked after them financially, you could end up with a Foster child, who you could use to get all the chores done, and you would get paid for it as well.Tony had just gone to sleep on his mattress on his fourth night in the house, when his Foster mothers. I was ready to cum. Harder than I'd ever cum. The feeling of orgasm was washing over me.Then the door to the hall opened ....."What the hell do you think you are doing?" she asked me."I I I I I" what could I say"I think we need to have a talk" she stated and led me to a chair.I sat down and she closed the door, as she waled over to me I couldn't keep my eyes off her legs. She sat down and crossed her legs, again I noticed her tights and the swish noise they made as they rubbed together when she.