” “Sure. I need to drop the k**s off at basketball practice and then I will be over.” Cindi replied. After dropping the k**s off, she headed ...ver to the church alone. Only one car was parked in the parking lot- the minister’s minivan. She went in and headed to the office. “Hey, how are you doing?” He said. “Good. Dave is out and hopefully working hard.” “You know Cindi. I was going to ask… but…what is it like to live with a recovering sex addict?” She blushed. “Well, it is. Once there, I pulled her into my arms and just held her comforting her. I knew she was right in what she would do but that didn’t mean the action would be without emotional cost. After a while, we changed into our sleeping clothes and crawled into bed. I kissed and held Morgan through the night. As always, it felt delightful. We woke holding each other tightly.We cleaned up and went into the restaurant for breakfast. We were dressed and went on to Sunday school and church. It was a good lesson. Her breath came in ragged gasps for a few moments. “Keep going,” she hissed. “I think it feels really good!” I sawed the two fingers in and out several times, meanwhile adding some KY to the tip of my cock. When I could see she was handling things easier, I shifted my weight and brought my angry cock to her reluctant entrance. I pushed just the tip in. She moaned, her head still down on the bed, between her elbows. I could see her ribs heaving as she breathed. I pushed more. “Slow!” she gasped.. One person was there to apply the makeup on my wife and other was a photographer. Rittu was wearing a black sarre .they told rittu to stand in front of the camera and started taking photos of rittu.the photographer was touching my wife but i didn’t mind neither did rittu as she was enjoying the photosession.the photographer tan started caressing rittu boobs tinging her tits.at this time i objected and said what he was doing.he said he got excited on seeing rittu and could not control.