“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” My wife moaned, as her pussy juices drenched my hand and the crotch of her new panties. I continued working my fingers i... my wife’s pussy through her first orgasm until she was on the brink of a second.“I’m ready to fuck that pussy baby, feel how hard I am for you,” I said, guiding her hand to my throbbing cock.“Yes baby, I can’t wait to feel that… oh…” she said, sounding disappointed as she wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock.“What’s wrong baby?” I asked.. He's sure been spending a lot of time at our house lately. Anyway, he kept looking at me funny, like he knew about Brett and me. It made me feel so immature, and it made me think that Brett is such a little kid.2 August 08Last night in bed I started thinking about Brett and me at the beach. I started feeling funny "down there", and before I knew it, I was playing with my pussy — there, I wrote it — PUSSY. It felt really good, and after a few minutes this strange feeling came over me, like all. He grumbled at it, before climbing them to his second floor. The overview from the hallway to his lower levels was just as beautiful as being down there. He loved his mansion. Best mansion in the world. Everyone said it, even those who couldn’t see it first hand, the would see it on the tv, or in the news paper and say it was the most beautiful manion, and that it was the best mansion in the world.He began walking down the hallway, heading for his bedroom. The kids were all supposed to be. She asked me to little upper. And I moved till her thighs. It was heaven after all. I moved her saree little more than required and I could see her panty. I was high and wanted to touch that. But after the boob pressing incident, I learned that speed always kills in this. I was massaging her thighs and she said It feels good to get massaged like that.After some time she said its enough. We slept through all night and in the morning we reached Mumbai. Once we reach my room, I asked her to get.