“Does that feel OK?”“Yes. That's actually quite nice, much better than I expected. But your cock is much thicker than your finger.”“Don't wo...ry. Soon I'll have two fingers in you, then three. By the time that I push my cock into you you'll be ready for it.”Who knows how long it took, but eventually, when I pressed the head of my cock against her arsehole it slid in surprisingly easily. Wendy was bent forward, resting on the back of a chair and I was standing behind her. I reached around her. Then he promised me to show Mrs Sharma also.Next day, our last day, I tried my best to see Seema or her mother in bathroom, but I could not see them. Because both of them took bath in day time. At night, again, when my wife went to take bath, Mr Sharma called me and we both went to kitchen garden to see her. This time, she was not doing masturbation. She was applying body-oil to her boobs, her hips, her thighs….. Ufffffffffffffffff. Again, we masturbated there in the name of my wife.That night,. He would not take no for answer. So I gave in. We started to dance. Almost immediately he put his hands all over my body. He was touching me very naughty like. Finally I had to ask him to stop. That's when we decided to leave. He followed us outside the restaurant. Then his friends follow him outside. Before you know it got really crazy." she said.The whole time she was talking my cock was getting hard. Her voice. The sweet smell of her intoxicating perfume was driving me crazy. Her bright red. We had a house warming party for our many friends. That was quite a night. I took a couple of weeks off work. There were things that needed to be done around the house. Nothing major, just several small things. My husband was away at a conference and would not be back until sometime the following afternoon, so I had time alone to get a few little rather annoying jobs done. I had been to the local DIY store and bought several pots of paint and rather a lot of wallpaper. David was not very.