I began to imagine what colour panty she was wearing today underneath her tight leg-ins and what kind of bra was holding her boobies in place.These th...ughts gave me immense pleasure. I decided to go one step further and try on her panty. As soon as the soft material of her panty touched my cock and the thought that the same part of her panty had stayed stuck to her pussy all of yesterday, made me lose all my control and I began to come in her panty. I didn’t want to ejaculate in her panty. But. This might seem the sort of exaggerated phrase put into a story for the sense of added drama and eroticism, but in this case it was not. In fact it is the very catalyst of the tale. By seductively I mean she teased her tongue around the neck of the bottle licking it slowly all whilst keeping eye-contact. “If this is an attempt to turn me on, you know its working,” I offered flirtatiously. “I don't know what your talking about,” she replied with a faux innocence and a twinkle in her eye. “Are. " Right." Realizing that this might lead to an awkward turn in the conversation, I changed the subject. "So what you are saying is that we don't have to look for a replacement for Machamma?" Yes. We've got me instead." My little housewife," I quipped.She nodded her head. "Your little housewife." It struck me that she did lay a little more emphasis than was necessary on that last syllable than was necessary, but I let it pass.Poornima took to her chores readily. It was vacation time for her, and. Finally, he took one deep breath, bellowed out and pulsed out, filling Marcy’s ears and womb with his virility. Wynn recovered swaddled in Marcy’s soft limbs and laying on her warm body. The fire was a heap of glowing red embers. Marcy stirred and Wynn extricated himself from his comfy cradle. Wearily, the paramours dragged to the bedroom and climbed under the bed covers. They lay side by side, arms extended around necks and hands behind each other’s heads. Sleep captured them almost.