She had no more compunction in welcoming me in her house in the absence of her husband. In fact she asked me frequently for bringing something or the ...ther, from the market, in Raaj’s absence.Once she told me that she wanted to climb over kitchen platform to bring a ketchup bottle down from the rack above. I offered that I could do it. I warned her that she might fall down. However, she ignored my advice and asked me to support her to climb up. I was happy to grab her body and lift her up. I. It made me hot, as if I was watching a porn film. Only here it was live, and the actress was my darling wife.The next day, Gayathri was a bit stiff in her movements. Sriram said he had learnt massaging, and offered to massage her. Normally I would object to a man massaging my wife, but here I was confused between jealousy and the obvious sexual chemistry between him and my wife. I wasn’t sure how far I wanted this to go. Did I want to watch him fuck my petite wife? I didn’t know, but I said. Yeah… I-I’m gonna… oh, Liza! I’m gonna-! Aaaaahhhhhh!” Alana screamed as her pussy fired out three jets of hot pussy juice, Liza’s fingers rubbing Alana’s hot little clit, making her hips shudder and buck against her hands, her cunt juices flying everywhere, wetting them both and the floor below them. Her pussy juice lay in puddles some two feet away from them, and her cunt was still oozing some more. Alana’s hips shuddered and she grabbed on to Liza’s thighs as the post-squirt shudders racked. So she puts the whole thing inside her hot mouth and I just know I'll burst. She starts sucking on it. Her blond head bobbing up and down. I really love this feeling and I start thrusting my hips into her face. But, she cannot take this and gasps for air. It takes her a second to get her composure, then she lays back on the garage floor. " I want you to pump me, Mikey." She tells me. I get down and lay on top of her. I knew exactly what was going to happen next, so I began rubbing my peter.