“You’re so strange,” she commented. “Most men would be jealous.”“How can I possibly be jealous, when my wife comes to me insane with passi...n?” he smiled. “You’ve become an even better lover, my dear.”“Because I love you,” she said, kissing his shoulder.“True,” he mused. “But also because he excites you. I get the benefit of that excitement.”“That’s why I don’t let him touch me,” she said, satisfaction in her voice. “I want you to satisfy me.”“You’re this passionate when he hasn’t even touched. Or fir khade ho kar kundi lagane chale gayeKundi laga kar bhaiya mere paas aakar mere sath let gaye , to mene dusri tarf muh ghuma liya or apni gand bhaiya ki tarf karke late gaya , bhaiya ne mujhe piche se hug kiya or meri gardan per kiss karne lage or meri pent ka huk khol diya , fir dhire dhire karke meri pent utarne lageMeri pent utar kar bhaiya mere uper let gaye or apna lund meri gand per ragdane lage , mujhe maja aa raha tha , fir bhaiya bethe or apne lund per thuk lagaya or lund meri. We had our session for approximately an hour.Then when we turned towards Maera we saw her feeling herself up. Seeing us watching she stopped what she was doing and Ria and Jayz started laughing.Jayz- Maera tera haath kidhar ghuma rahi thi?Ria- Mridul ka lauda dekhkar chut gili ho gayi hai uski.Jayz- Are nahi yaar, hum dono ko chodteh dekhkar aandar ki hawas bahar aah gayi.Ria- Abhi bhi time hai, Maera. Kapde utar kaar aah jah aur Mridul ki tisri randi baan jahJayz- Sharma rahi hai kya? Chal Ria. The soft warm feeling of her foot through the pantyhose was amazing. The pantyhose were soft rubbing against my wet hard c**k. Then came the second foot, and like a big warm soft hand she began to stroke my cock from her side of the booth. She looked over her shoulder, didn't see anyone and asked me " is this what my bad boy likes, can that little slut do this for you?". I didn't answer her and she stopped. I looked at her puzzled and asked her why. She stated that I didn't answer her. I then.