Can I blame her for this? No, I can't really...- The strangest thing - he thought, - that what I feel is not jealousy or anger. It is... it is... hot ...xcitement!Mark was still looking at the picture of his lovely wife receiving facial cumshots from three large cocks and something hot and sweet was churning in his belly. His cock was already rock-hard. He started flipping images on the screen again, trying to pay attention to details. He noticed that in some images there were two cocks at play,. On night calls she had an unusual habit of taking a bath before she spent the night with her customer.. But least did I know that the bath was personalized for the idiot customer himself.When I heard from her that she has to take a bath now, I was a bit irritated and said that I would wait outside till she was done, but to my utter surprise, she said something that made me jump to my feet literally.“Aapko andar baith ke dekhna hai? Aami ekla……………. Mote help karibo” was her replyIt was like. These new humans didn't knew I was in the second year and they just considered me as a freshman. Emily was also in the sophomore year with some other majors to which I didn't knew at that time.I just took the most comfortable seat in the bus and just spent a few couple of weeks not talking to anyone. As the time passed, this not-talking attitude was making me frustrate and this was the time to take a step to get close to the new fellows of mine. I just started with general talks with them. By. ” she whispered back.I got down on my knees and buried my face in her navel and used both my hands to pull her pallu down and disrobe her off her saree. I then removed the petticoat and pulled down her underwear to reveal a dripping and clean shaven pussy. I wasted no time in taking her right leg and placing it over my left shoulder and burying my face into her pussy, and licking and nibbling the hell out of her clit. She moaned and groaned and grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face further.