I did not like that. Though she was like hanging around me – always trying to come to me, hug me even kiss me on cheeks.After every evening she used...to come to me with ‘prasad’ and some flowers from puja, give me those and lower her body to kiss my cheeks. I could not bear it. It was odorous and nasty. But i did not tell that to her, fearing that might hurt her. Otherwise she was nice and supportive. I remember one day, after giving the flowers and prasad, she kissed me a little more closer to. It turned me on even more than ever. We repositioned ourselves this time taking all her clothes off and with me lying back on the seat. She climbed on top of me to ride my dick. She was on top of me and my dick was in her sloppy wet pussy, her hair draped into my face as she rode my cock up and down back and forth pulling her closer to me so I could kiss her. I felt my friend's dick sliding against mine pushing to enter her pussy. He was from behind her; I could feel the pressure stretching her. "How'd it happen?" Well," he explained, "Maureen came in here to freshen up her drink and they just started talking. I think your wife was only being polite at first but then Julie happened to mention something about her children. That's all it took. Maureen started talking about your children and before you know it, the two of them are downing shots together and calling each other nicknames." Amazing," I said, picking up my fresh beer and letting a little slide down my throat.Steve leaned in a. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, well not totally anyway."Hywel grinned. "I was only drifting really."His fingers traced down and along her spine. Amelia immediately felt the tingles from his touch. She murmured her delight."Mmmm, that feels so good."Hywel needed no further encouragement. His fingers deftly removed her shirt and he fondled her breasts. His lips kissed her neck before moving down her body. He suckled her nipples which made further spasms of desire run throughout Amelia's.