How much I swallowed I will never know. She really made the boat rock on its mooring, and also some of the others I expect. Who cares?When the climax ...subsided I worked my way, kissing up her body paying special attention to those lovely breasts. Wiping my face in the discarded nightshirt we continued kissing and stoking and I moved between her outstretched legs and sliding my erect penis up and down between her labia majors, spending some time trying to poke her clitty into the end of my knob.. How was that possible?Had she honestly dragged him so low that he was reacting the way she hadpredicted? Was his wife getting him addicted to his obedient andmortifying behavior?She told him, "Come up her for a minute, Tammy. Get yourself into themissionary position. You remember that one, don't you? From way backwhen I used to let you put your useless little dickey into my warm wetpussy? Hmmm? Now get yourself back there again, except without anypenetration. Because having your pecker. I never got disturbed so early and vowed to bed Savitha one day in my new bedroom and give her the ultimate pleasures, which she would have never ever dream of the next day Sunday.She came at 7 am and woke me up by pressing the calling bell. I was in my dhoti and shirt and went and opened the door. I was stunned for a moment to see savitha in nice shiffon beige colour saree, with a matching creame colour blouse as she was wearing a black brasier inside I could now see through her actual shape. There it was. My own sister and my own husband. Together in my house, on my kitchen table. But what was happening to me? My fingers were sliding in and out of my own wet pussy just thinking about it--and thinking about Thomas and what might happen when he delivered the post the next day. My fingers just weren’t enough. I needed satisfaction. What could ever bring me satisfaction after Thomas? ...ooOoo... I sat there pondering--what was the size and shape of Thomas' cock? What could give me the.