I stroke her hair and resolve not to worry but to let the evening take its course. Reluctantly I let her go.“I must go to the kitchen – sit and re...t, it won’t be long.” She smiles up at me, eyes sparkling“Really, I’m not tired Marco. Can I help?”“You can watch amore mio, but Mama’s secret ingredient stays secret” I joke, and lead the way to the kitchen. She sits and watches me busy myself, but really there is little left to do except wait for the pasta to cook. I feel her eyes on me, and I have. Which were the first ones I found in the laundry.) I then asked her if they had been together again after that, but she quickly denied that, saying she felt too guilty to do it again. (I knew right away that was a lie...he's been fucking her at least once/twice a week ever since.) I was happy that she finally admitted *something* and tried to be reassuring. (I was hard as a rock at that point, but my wife was acting very vulnerable right then, so I suppressed my libido and just held her. We. Amy gasped as she saw my hard on and turned and ran off, calling out that dinner was ready.I got dressed and headed to the house, I walked up to the back door and knocked. Connie opened the door and ushered me in, she was now wearing shorts and a t-shirt, still no bra, her nipples clearly apparent."Cris, you don't need to knock on the door at meal time, just come on in." Yes ma'am, I'll remember that."They all stared at me, even Connie, then the rude middle sister started to snicker and finally. Meanwhile, her hand had gripped Tushant’s big cock and shagged. Her thumb was rubbing the cut on the tip of his penis. Her fingers were starting to get wet with his oozing precum. Deepthi was already close to orgasm, and she was not in a mood to wait any longer. She wanted him inside her. Fast.“Baby. Please. Ahhh. Fuck me..”, she moaned in a pleading manner. Tushant pulled her dress down from her shoulders to expose her beautiful breasts. He held them in his hands, “It’s grown bigger than last.