Like after shed cum two or three times and I could have my way with her, shed suck and lick along my offered thumb while I continued to fuck her tight... pussy. Sometimes Id whisper, I wish I could be in two places at once&hellip, and shed respond, Would you like that honey, to see me with one cock in my pussy and one in my bad little mouth? Her eyes would be smoke and shed continue breathily, Youd love that I bet&hellip, mmm… I bet *Id* love that &hellip, and drive her hips up to meet my. " What did you do when you got these first pictures?" I almost tore them up and burned them, but something told me that I should keep them. If this was some blackmail scheme, I would need them as evidence, so I kept them." I got a book from the library on digital photography tricks, and checked the photos to see if my head had been pasted on some one else's body. After a week of examination, I concluded that if these photos were fakes, the photographer had done a masterful job. No distortion of. I welcomed him as he was shifting. My wife offered him some water and tea when his things arrived in his flat.He said his family would arrive in a month from hometown and hoped his wife would be a good friend of mine. To my surprise, my wife, who is usually shy offered him to visit us if he needed anything anytime. She said she can cook for him till his family arrived.Now, I secretly had fantasies of Sunita doing sexy things to other men. This seemed to be somewhat like that. When we went to. No one was around, the windows were all steamed up and we were very alone. As we ate I could feel my nerves growing more excited with each minute that passed. I could hear my heart beating loudly in my ears. Her smell was so thick in my car you could almost taste it. If I was going to do something I had to do it now. We only had forty-five minutes for lunch and fifteen were already gone. So I swallowed hard and looked her straight in the eyes. I put my hand on hers and said “Jean, I don’t know.