“Itne main he chad gayi tujhe” Jiju said..” o god, I’m sorry Jiju….I think u should take the pant off…I’ll put it for washing, it’s al... wet at the wrong place…” I said and gave Jiju a naughty smile… Jiju also smiled and turned towards the TV, he didn’t want to miss the guys climax….when the guy shot a load on the gals face, Jiju grinned a bit and got up…he removed his pants slowly and now,I could see his sexy strong thighs and his jewels hidden in a Calvin Klein…everything was going. We hugged and I kissed her on the cheek. I wanted to kiss her on the lips, but she yelled out “Uncle Ted” I didn’t want anyone watching thinking anything funny was going on. We walked to the elevator. Once we got in, we were finally alone. I pulled her close to me and I gave her that kiss. Our mouths met; damn this woman really knows how to kiss. I could have fucked her right there. We finally got to my room. Damn this woman is really beautiful. How did I get so lucky. "I hope you won't have trouble if you're seen with me," I said as we sipped the bitter brew."Course not," she said. "My husband trusts me. Don't you think he should?" "What's he do?" I asked, admiring her clear skin and dark eyes, they flashed almost purple in the dim light. She seemed to be stifling a smile."Army officer," she said proudly. "Quite well thought of, up and coming as they say." British?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow."Of course, of course. His uncle's in the House of Lords." My,. Watching me move through my routine, he slides his underwear down. My breath catching at the sight of his hard cock and I am jealous of his hand as I watch it slowly stroking… up… up… rocking his palm over the head, and then, just as slowly, back down. The head is shaped so perfectly and my tongue remembers many sweet journeys. Back arching, stretching my arms over my head, the edge of the short t-shirt slides over my hardening nipples and I turn so that he can see them. Hearing his swift.