I took her hand and placed it on the bulge in my gym pants. “Do you want this?” I asked and she nodded amidst more laughter. “Let’s go,” I s...id as I stood up and took her hand.Immediately I had locked the front door of the house, I led her hastily into my bedroom. Luckily, my bedroom was on the ground floor, a pace or two from the door. Once in, we began kissing hungrily like we were bent on devouring each other, while we pulled and yanked at each other’s item of clothing. We were both topless. "Sorry, listening to you too much and not thinking it through." Well, I did have more time with it," she admitted. "But anyhow, the kicker is when I get to his private payroll. He's got 'em fucking listed! Jose somebody, Alberto somebody, Theresa somebody—Jose, Berto and Terry, right?—and all at the same addresses. Multiples for all three, Laurel, Bowie and Arlington. D.C. 'burbs. He's getting job credits and tax writeoffs for the people he's got snatching the girls!"I rolled my eyes, then. As you may have figured, I’ve forgiven her, but I never had to. It wasn’t her fault.”One husband was anticipating the reason they were there and looked like he was getting hot. “Are we here because our wives screwed this guy?”He got out of his seat and looked ready to find his wife and attack. Tom took charge.“Sir, sit down please and let Mr. Freed finish.”He grumbled but complied and I continued.“To answer your question, you’re partially right. The man accused admitted to molesting all of your. All of a sudden he picked up moms suitcase and put all her clothes in the garbage. My mom was surprised and asked him why did he do that. Mausa ji said from now on you will never wear clothes. I want you to be naked all the time so that I can fuck you whenever I want. He added that if mausa ji is in the mood then he can bring her lingerie which she has to wear before he fucks her. Mom was shocked but pleasantly surprised. She liked the idea of staying nude and getting fucked all the time. Mausa.