”Lisa had been sitting cross legged on the couch sipping her wine and ruminating the fantasy benefits of big black cock. Her cunt was splayed apart ...her labia had become pronounced and engorged, glistening in the light with her flowing juices. I had watched fascinated as the dark pool of my wife’s lust juices had created an ever enlarging dark spot on the couch upholstery. The light was just perfect, her juices streaming. I had to get a close up picture of this pre-orgy target. Click.It was at. "It's not Mahesh" I replied, my serious voice cracking with glee. She realized who I was, and asked "what're you doing here? "I laughed again. I wanted to say a million things I'd wanted to say that day at the park. all the words which I should have said that rainy day at the mall. In the event, words were made unnecessary by the arrival of a scooty with Namrata on it. Namrata got down on seeing the scene. In a flash, she was kneeling in front of us, sticking tape on Ahana s pouty lips as I. “So that’s why my panties are always so wet when I dothe laundry,” my wife said as I froze, my cockstiffening even more at my situation of being caught.“You’re a pantyboy, a pantyboy,” she said mockingly,“why didn’t you tell me sooner?”“I, uh I, well, there was a, a time when I ah… Iwanted to and…”“Oh shut up you little pantyboy and let me see you jackthat little cock off,” my wife commanded.“But,. ”“I want to talk to you before we have dinner,” David said.“You made dinner for us?” Michele smiled wanly at her son.“Yes; your favourite; now I want to tell something but I don’t want you to get mad,” he replied.“David I can’t promise that; I don’t know what you are going to say do I?” Michele said, frowning.“You know what I mean; I want you to let me finish what I’m going to say before you get mad,” David answered.“I don’t like the sound of this but go on,” Michele said resignedly“I know you.