K upar se masalne laga, she was just moaning like aaaah aaaaah amit, or karo yar, or me pet pe kiss kiye ja rha tha and then bra kholne laga usse pehl... usne mjhe khich liya or palatke mere upar aa gyi and started to remove my clothes, she removed my white shirt and blue jeans too, and wo mere underwear ko dekhke bss smile kar rhi thi or boli ki isko b khol dena chaiye na bechare andar ni aa rha h, and then she removed my underwear, and mera land apne hath me le liya right hand me, and suck. He was decent looking, fit, fuckable. Not that she was into one-night stands ... anymore. Besides, this could this be Peg or Cindy’s next soulmate. You never know.Before sitting down, Lisa introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Lisa” and then, turning to her friends, “and these are my friends, Peg and Cindy. Thanks for letting us sit here, and I promise not to bite, but I can’t speak for these two.”Peg and Cindy’s faces both turned red. For a second, Lisa thought they were about to walk away.But the man. And I keep tapping. And tapping. And tapping. Now I increase the strength a bit, but not too much. Tap tap tap. Anna still hasn't said a word. I must have hit her several dozen times by now, but none of it counts. So I keep going. Her skin is turning red, not the deep angry red of recently whipped skin, but the reddish glow of irritated skin. And tap tap tap it goes. We must be well past 100 taps now, and again I increase the strength a bit. But no too much. Tap tap tap. Anna is squirming now,. I slowly moved her legs as an M shape, spreading them. I lifted the nighty and saw a white panty. It was dark, and the only light was from the streetlights coming in from the window. I lost my mind there and completely forgot about being silent.I picked up a pair of scissors from the bedside table and, in 3 strokes, cut her nighty in a T shape. My 34-year-old wife lay in her panties in front of me. Her breasts looked so juicy, and her potbelly had 2 tires on the sides. Thankfully she hadn’t.