“Anything deep?”“No, I’ve been lucky. I’ve used a couple of plasters on my knees but they’re barely bleeding.”“Good to know. Are you s...ill cold? I can get a jumper.”“No, I’m fine.” She plonked down in a leather armchair next to the wood burner. “I like real fires. It’s the smell and the noise as well as the heat.” She was smiling again – a smile that could melt icebergs.“I made soup,” said Iwan. “Tomato and basil.”“Sounds perfect.”“Great. Back in a tick.”He rushed to the kitchen and his hands. It was already juicy and tasty juices were already flowing put because of foreplay that Arun was doing.Arun started kissing, licking Prema’s pussy which was making her more horny and juicy. Saale, Madarchod, behenchod chat mere pussy” hearing these slangs, Arun was also getting excited and he was drinking all like he was very thirsty. After sometime, Prema pushed him on the floor, made him lie on the floor naked on the back. She then sat on his mouth and started fucking & riding his. With my brain now fully engaged I remembered the similar noise bringing me awake the first time. Still feeling quite listless I lay there listening for a repetition of the noise, a noise my subconscious was telling me I had heard before. I had just about chalked it up to old house syndrome, when I clearly heard it again. This time I was sure it was from down below and for some reason my mind immediately identified it as the same noise made by the creaking basement stairs.I knew that I had to. My mouth hung open untill my mother in law called out to my wife that Marty was here. In a few seconds I heard her running down the steps. Yes running , like a fucking little k i d . Marty she called out as she entered the den. Her arms whete out and he and MY wife locked into a massive kiss. I just stood there.What was I suposed to do? When the kiss ended a minute later my wife told her folks she wouldn't be late. What ? Am I not even here I thought to my self. Her little short skirt fliped me.