But it was a fatal misstep. She could not have dreamt that by that tiny adjustment of place she had changed the whole course of her young life. For it... meant that the innocent act of replacing the books I had removed would involve reaching across in front of her face. Watching her mighty chest rise and fall, I waited until she had breathed out and then, almost trembling with excitement and desire, I reached over and replaced the books just as she inhaled.My timing was perfect and the response. He said that he assumed I dropped it intentionallyWe both laughed loud and that was fun…. Still the front door was fully open and sitting in the bed naked. I asked my husband to come me and said to leave the door open and we will have some sex…. With all the behaviours till now I though that idea might me interesting with a fear some one might walk in as we have sex… My husband appreciated the idea and came to bed removing all his dress.I stopped him and said, rules are rules… You be my. Seventy-seven pages that have helped to put an innocent man in jail. Every two weeks I walk down a frightening hallway. It’s cold, sterile. The walls and floors are icy white, broken only by a few pale blue tiles and safety-orange collapsible rubber doorstops. It could easily be in a horror movie. Or a nightmare – running down an endless hall. It reminds me of the bathroom in the movie Saw, only cleaner. I’m told, however, that this hallway is nothing compared to the one he walks down. The one. We decided to let go, so we don’t drop Janani, and reduced the length of our strokes from the nice long ones we were giving to pleasure Janani.With both of us focussing on reaching our climax, there was no one to gag Janani as she reached her final orgasm for the session. Her hoarse scream worked like a cue for both of us, as we spewed our cum into the woman we both loved as a sister. And boy did we come! With both our cocks firmly lodged in her nether holes and our knees bucking wildly, we.