At that moment she bent over to look in her drawer and there it was her naked smooth pussy right there for me to see. i almost came in my jeans.on our... drive to dinner she sat with her legs spread and her skirt pulled up just enough that i coulld see her pussy. i couldnt resist. i had to touch it. as i reached for her hole she spread alittle more. she was dripping wet. now i know what she was soooo excited about. my wife is a huge pervert and i know she would be into it. i continued to finger. First, the chappati bowl and Dal Bowl and then the Sabzi bowl and finally the water bottle and glasses.Each time that she bent, she gave me a clear view of her deep voluptuous cleavage which was seen clearly because she was in low cut blouse. I could not get a glimpse of her nipples as the fabric of her bra was clasping her boobs. I just got to see her deep cleavage.While I was watching her cleavage every time she bent, she also noticed me watching her but seem to ignore. This happened even. She was infectous, and I felt something stir in my chest and something else stir in my pants.We talked for a while, catching up. We laughed like we used to, her big breasts wobbling and her eyes bright at a joke I told. Her wide belly seemed to shrink; the lines in her face became unimportant. Her sexy laugh, interested eyes, and big tits were more prominent.Then she invited me in.“I can’t.” I told her awkwardly.“Oh, you have girl now, in America? She asked with a hint of regret.“No, it’s not. I stroked the woven branches. She shuddered, her tail wagging. She held herself in a pleased manner. Somehow, she’d defeated her father’s iron proxy, shutting down that monstrosity of metal.We walked to the Temple of Krab. The doors lay battered open by the monsters. We climbed the stairs. My stomach tensed, sobbing echoing. Were all my other women fine? We passed into the threshold, leaving behind the dwindling twilight of the outside into the darker interior. Carsina sobbed over the mangled.