Steve was still standing looking at my wife admiring the beautiful full breasts pouring out of the bra&hellip,.. But without asking for permission he ...eaned forward and rounded his arms around my wifes breast and was trying to unhook her bra. I do not think me and my wife were ready for this as she looked at me while Steve was trying to undo her bra and she had a shocked look at her face and made a funny face at me as to say what the hell is going on. Steve did not have a problem with the bra. Then she told that everyone was our to Temple for some puja and won’t come till evening.I was like fine then we can fuck later. She dragged me out of the room and took me to the terrace. There was a jasmine tree and we were sitting under its deep cover and were pressing each other’s private parts.I heard a bigger sound but I neglected that.i was then just removing her to and sucking her boobs then. I was on the other hand teasing her pussy with my dick.i was just rubbing it I’ve her pussy and. A silver-haired townie out to see what Donkey Bruce can do for her, he chuckled inwardly, but look at the size of those hooters. He’d love to sluice his gallons of cum into there before slicing her prissy middle aged little twat with his monster tool, he mused. Enormous shelves of pale flesh oozed loosely within the confines of Sheila’s city bought garment, creating a cavernous cleavage which reminded Fat Bruce of the arse crack of his mare. Only this morning he had fucked his diminutive cock. I started to get undressed and sat on the bed in my underwear and watched a little TV. At this point, I should probably explain that my underwear consisted of a deep rasberry pair of Kate's knickers and a tan pair of 10 denier sheer to waist pantyhose (or tights as we say in the UK). I have worn stockings and pantyhose for years, loving the way they feel and carress my body. I have the full approval of Kate and we often walk around the house at home in just her underwear and wearing nylon. I.