I don’t know when we slept finally. I was the first to wake up next morning. For few seconds, I was dazed. I didn’t know where I was. I was suckin... her tit and my fingers were buried in her cunt. I tried to remove fingers, she clamped her thighs tighter.“Hmmmm. Darling, Sweta, let us sleep little longer” she murmured and hugged me tighter.I shook her up and told her the time and we hurried up, dressed and brushed and combed our hair and made ourselves presentable.“Lucky we didn’t bite each. I felt betrayed and empty inside even when my wife wanted to make love. I couldn’t do it as I knew I would probably say something to her. My work started to suffer too. I couldn’t think about anything else.The following night I followed my wife as she went to her meeting. It turned out to be at a local house, not far from where we lived. I parked the car and walked over in the direction of the house. It was surrounded by big oak trees and had bushes high enough to cover anyone seeing into it. Yeh deep gala yeh sexy nails, sex perfumes aur bade bade motte motte boobs aur who bhi aadhe se jyada dikahti thi; mom and dad bhi kuch nahi kehte the as hum log kafi high society ke log hia. To pehle to mujhe gussa aati thi ki mom and dad kyu Richu didi ko kuch nahi kehte.But phir ek din mein apni aankho se mom and dad ko khud sex karte hue dekha, meri to hawa nikal gayi . Hua yoh ki hum sab log dad k eek business partner ki party mein gaye the waha dad ne kafi drink kar li then, hum log hotel. "Neither was sure who had said what. Nacho finally moved his hands, holding Rocco back for a moment so that he could pull his underwear off and free his raging prick. Nacho laughed to himself at the fact that he'd always called them his "lucky drawers" and tossed them to the other side of the living room. Rocco knelt now beside the sofa, keeping his eyes on the fat Spanish meat which lay heavily at Nacho's waist. He grasped it again, rubbing the fat vein near the base and smearing a large drop.