“So you’re not going to try to hit me?” John asked.“No. I doubt if I could anyway, but I really don’teven want to,”... I said.“So what are we going to do?” my beautiful wife asked.“Well, why don’t you call your parents and tell themyou’re spending the night here, John. Then let’s alltake off our clothes and go to our bedroom,” I said.“Are you sure?” asked Wendy. “I don’t want to hurtyou.”I. What could I say but ‘ sure ‘ … ‘Okay’ he continued, we’d love it if you would take pictures of us fucking – Madelaine wants to see and it’s not easy when I take pics – I want to see her face too – but I am not comfortable with you touching her yet – perhaps she can play for you and you can play with yourself? ‘ Frankly the thought of just seeing adelaine naked was enough and that I had already tasted her (twice) was an added bonus. “Of course – I said – your rules ‘ a big smile came over Hans’. My e-mail is Now coming to my story, before I start describing to my eager readers what I saw this afternoon, let me give some background. Those, who live in Bangalore, will know that Bangalore has many browsing centers at every nook and corner of the city. Some of them offer very good service by way of providing wooden cabins with enough room for two people to sit and browse the Internet. Each wooden cabin has a door which can be bolted from inside so that people cannot see your computer. I’m feeling her firm belly against my lower hand. I’m resisting to caress it. I’m ever so subtly brushing my wrist against her exposed nipple. Again and again. It feels like she’s rocking her pussy and ass back and forth against my dick. We keep going, keep going. I’m so close to cumming. So close to losing control.The tv series ends. I must end this too. I’m pulling myself together and slide her off my lap, gently to the side. I’m looking at the big wet stain on my track pants, my dick pushing.