.With my heart beating fast we ran towards our bedroom. I found my wife trembling with excitement."We have watched her Rohit. Was she not a whore? I l...ved it when his big cock went into your mom's cunt. It was so fucking hot!" she said.Once we were in my bedroom I sat on the edge of my bed. Sarita stood right before me and began to take off her gown. She looked so sexy and beautiful. She looked at me with her horny eyes and smiled. In front of my eyes, appeared the image of my mother. My wife. I kept her legs up in the air watching my cum, come from deep inside mixing with her fanny juice, just until it was about to leak on to the bed, that would take some explaining to my wife, cum covered sheets in her mothers bed.I grabbed a tissue from the shelf above the bed, placing it over her pussy“Grab a pair of my knickers will you from the top drawer”Still with her legs up around my neck I reached across to the drawer grabbing the first pair which I thought must be my wife’s as they were. I kissed him back with a passion I had never felt before, pulling his shirt apart I loved the hardness of his chest and moaned as I felt his lips move from my mouth onto my nipples taking it into his hot mouth, his tongue flicking over one nipple as he tweaked and teased the other, moving both hands down to my waist he lifted me up, resting my back against a branch he pushed my legs apart, I placed one along a nearby banch and raised the knee of my other one up, gripping it for balance as I. "I appreciate it, even if it isn't true - at least as far as your family goes. Danny sat there, feeling wooden, trying to think of something else to say to Alison. He looked to his right and carefully noted the cafe's dark walls, the rows of photos of jazz and blues musicians in chipped frames, behind greasy glass, running from one side of the dark cafe to the other as if this study could help him solve the problem of talking meaningfully to this woman. Danny sipped his coffee and reached for a.