Os meus Patrões, eram excelentes, a empresa hoje já não existe fruto da crise, e emigraram para o Canadá, mas na altura existia muito trabalho, po...s era o florescer da construção civil, obras publicas etc, tudo a aproveitar os fundos comunitários, havia muita gente a trabalhar na empresa logo muitas encomendas, muita actividade. A minha Patroa de nome Luísa, era uma bela Cavalona, apesar de ja estar nos seus 36/37 anos de idade, os meus colegas de trabalho, principalmente os rebarbados. I dressed properly before I went to the hall, and prepared tea before my wife woke-up. Once Mangala came out of the bathroom, my wife stepped into the bathroom for her bath. I was totally disappointed with seeing her in ¾ and t-shirt. I felt that it would be difficult to fuck that day night. The moment my wife went into the bathroom, I hugged Mangala from back keeping my penis over her ass. Kissed near the ear, asked her, why was not she wearing a frock. She told me that if you want I will. A slight sound was being audible, because of the fingering, a wet sound. We all know how that sounds. I then again drew my fingers out and sucked her juices. Then I stood up and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, drowned in the sensations. Then she sensed me standing infront of her and opened her eyes. With laboured breathing she looked at me and I at her.Then I inserted two fingers in to her pussy, index and the middle finger. I started fingering her, slowly and steadily. Then all of a. “Well, I think I’d like it. But only as a one off.”“If you want to, I’m happy babe, if you don’t I’m happy. I love you.”“I love you too,” I replied, “Could be fun.” And I walked over to Tegan and smiled.“Our room?” She asked, excitedly.We walked to their room. Excited. Nervous. Anxious. I didn’t know how to feel, I just know that Max was gripping my hand and I saw the excitement in his face as he smiled. I grinned back as Tegan slipped the key card in the door. As soon as we were in, her dress.