In the mean time Jayanta was undressing himself and he only left with the chhadi. By getting a chance Jayanta tried to raise the nighty of my wife and... she was reluctant as she was tying her hair knot. She made herself slightly backward to avoid the situation. But Jayanta was not in a mood to obey her. He followed her and grabbed her in the waist to pull her towards him. Now both the hands of my wife were free and she was pressing Jayanta to release her with not much force. Now the pressure of. His thumb tweaked her nipple, its pinkness tinged a deeper hue, with her arousal, its rubbery protuberance less tactile to the touch, but more pleasurable and stimulating, as we both watched her body respond with each gyration of his thumb, her thighs in particular move involuntary, her clitoris taking charge, now she was sexually induced in her deep subconscious slumber.'There were so many of you earlier on', he remarked, still manipulating her nipple, I said nothing and continued to watch his. Desperately she ripped the dress off and threw it down in the garden, notstopping running for a moment she tore at her flimsy bra and threw it away. Herbeautiful breasts marred only by the marks of the whip bounced free, she gaspedas branches of the many bushes lashed into her tender breasts, she ripped hertiny panties in two, the pieces fell to the ground, she kicked off her shoes.She was now utterly nude, the overgrown garden tore ather nude flesh. She reached the open door of Mistress. . . . . . . Ahhhhh. . . . . Abb maine uska blouse nikala aur peticoat ka nala khol k konne main fekh diya. Me hairan ho gaya Amrutane mera pura sath diya koi virodh nahi kiya. . . . Maine usse kaha ” maine kaha tha na darling tumhe bhi sex ki jaroorat hai. ” to wo boli ” ha ha aakhir main b to ek aurat hoon. . . . . ” maine usse i love u kaha aur hum dono french kis karne lage. . . . . . Fir maine uska bra nikala aur sungke fekh diya. . . . . Aab uske rasille boobs mere hath main the. Main.