Mandy mewled like a kitten as Marcus took pleasure in the mounds of married flesh in his hands. He watched Tom as he rubbed his wife’s erect nipples...in the palms of his hands and decided to put on a show for the stricken husband. His left hand inched slowly down Mandy’s hip and onto her thigh. He slowly inched her skirt up her legs, giving her husband an erotic view of his wife he can never have experienced before. Tom gasped as the top of Mandy’s stocking came into view and he watched. Saying this she pressed left boob. Milk scattered on my face. Immediately I bended in the left boob and started sucking..From one side my rod is penetrating deeply in the aunty cunt and at the same time she is feeding her sweet milk . Really it’s a fantastic experience. She is shouting.. Fuck darling fuck. Today you must tear my cunt to half yes speed move faster she encouraging like any thing. In excitement she is asking darling what you are doing. In reply” I am fucking my aunty” laughed and. During lunch i tried to be bit more adventurous. We were having lunch on the same glass table, and every time i tried to take something on my plate my pallu would fall. Bechara roshan could hardly have his lunch properly. Then i asked him for some help. I requested him to go to my backside & stick the pallu in one of the strings of the blouse such that it won’t fall off. He obediently got up and went to my back. Probably he hadn’t seen the back of my blouse before, since i was facing him. This obsession was the most powerful of his existence and it burned into my thoughts like a brand from a hot iron on naked flesh. With a gut-wrenching start, I realized that his intended victim — the girl who now lay barely conscious in the street — was not some random prey. She was the very woman he had loved with a poisonous desire!Confusion spun in my head as his memories mixed with mine. In that instant, I hated him for the hurt he caused the woman he loved, the woman I now loved just as.