I desperately wanted to tell him to cum in my ass but I chickened out. Instead he pulled out and came on my back again. He then fell on the bed and wa... snoring within seconds. The next month became intensely busy. I had exams to do and I was working nearly full time hours. Steve was also doing his thing and was getting pulled in all directions. One night, after about a month and a half after our second butt fucking session, Steve brought Stuart back to the apartment to meet me. They had met. If the teachers had their way, we'd be taught there was no such thing as a boy. But I just knew, lying in bed, that the cosy, tingly sensations and honey moisture I woke up to had something to do with boys. After all, the feelings were in those places where boys are supposed to be different. (Except the boys from St Dominic's, destined for celibacy and reputed not to have 'boys' bits.' I'm also not talking about those other times in the month whose feelings happily lie far outside the scope of. My MIL also needed her more now and even the kids had holidays and can visit the grandparents. I arranged their tickets for the 22nd.I wanted to fuck my wife passionately before she went for a few days. I made sure that when we made-out, my wife moaned loudly such that Sapna can hear us making out and make her miss her hubby more and later I can use it to my favor.That was exactly what happened. We had a steamy sex session and my wife moaned a lot and was quite vocal this time.I made sure that. I noticed my father left me a note near my bed. I wondered what it said.It was a nice note, but said he’d be out of the country for a few weeks. He wanted me to keep an eye on his new wife. Told me to take her out on the town. It even said, I could fuck her if I wanted. Dad didn’t mind sharing. He was like that. He liked for me to experience his hot women. He treated his wives like objects. Shiny beautiful pieces of art. Dad liked his girls with fake tits and nice bodies. He had impeccable.