Her tongue started to move."It excites her to know you and I are doing it," I said, then was silent as I let her mouth work my cock for minutes before...finally pulling away from her. I wanted to fuck her."Not here," she cried as I undid the denim jean shorts she was wearing. After I'd exposed her I pushed her down on her back onto the rich soil she'd just trowelled.And then I pushed my hoe into the most perfect furrow God have ever designed. A furrow formed of human skin. A married woman's. Trouble with a ... zipper!"I quickly pull my panties back on and throw the dress over my head,pulling it down my body. Pausing to straighten my hair, I throw a smileat the mirror. Cute as a button. I step out of the dressing room. Momis waiting right outside the door."Now that is very nice Patricia, very nice indeed. What do you think?" It's okay, the waist is a little loose."She reaches around the waist and gives a tug. "I hadn't noticed that,you're right. It's a shame, such a nice fit. For the first time that night, my son told my wife that he hated her and she burst into tears. I felt like the biggest, most self-satisfied bastard on the planet. I'd used our son to get back at her, but considering how many times she had used him as an anchor, asking me to stay home and watch him while she went out to fuck someone else, I couldn't feel too badly about it.Besides, I'd started paying a lot more attention to Lance, my son, since I'd realized that my wife must be doing something. I reached down and went for Sarika’s chut, and I parted her pussy lips and fixed my tongue in between and started licking. Sarika squealed “Oh.. Yes…. Yes, lick and fuck me with your tongue, Oh god don’t stop Pleaseeeee don’t stop”. She began pushing my tongue against her chut, and I was getting into the rhythms of sighs and gyrating movement of Sarika‘s waist. She was pushing and jerking while uttering soft screams, which excited me. Then I ran my fingers into her pussy and ran them in and.