I was thinking of the white boy next door and his hard ten inch cock that had been in my mouth , stretched my pussy, and broken in my asshole. After i...agining him fucking me in the kitchen while my husband watched a boring cricket match New Zealand v England. I tried to stifle my moaning as I came. The next morning I woke up as I walked to the kitchen naked except for a silk bathrobe loosely tied , I see my husband working out, using the gym equipment, sweat running down his face. His dirty. Kinda looked like he had been in a wedding that night or something. I had on a mini skirt, thong, heels, tank top, with an over-sized jacket on. He nuzzled his face into my neck planting kisses and deeply inhaling my perfume like we were old familiar lovers. I felt his hands slip under my jacket to my breasts. He gave a tug at the tank top stretching it lower so my breasts were totally exposed. He softly squeezed my nipples I lifted my eyes from the dancers below, looked around at the crowd and. . It was nice and great feeling. The nipples were wet. I started sucking them and pressing the other one. I wasn’t able to take it completely inn. The milk was tasteless but sweet. She was just caressing my hairs and treating me like her baby.After 15 mins working on her boobs I moved her a little back and spread her legs pulled her saree above and she was in matching panty. Removed it pussy with little hairs. It was tight but my fingers were making their way and tongue licking it making her. I followed Pamela into the bathroom, she locked the door, and then she lifted her skirt, lowered her panties, and sat on the toilet. I knelt between her legs and watched as she peed into the toilet bowl. When she had finished I leaned in and she slid forward. I licked up every drop of her urine and told her that I would love to do it again, anytime. She giggled and said that my wife and I were more alike than I wanted to admit. She was right.Before we left the bathroom Pamela asked me if I had.