Greedily tucked between the thigh and hand touched the wet pussy.Remarkably at this point, I heard a knock at the door.She jumped to the space formed ...bathrobe, I closed the site and went to open the door. Behind the door was the friend asking if I would go with her shopping?Now? -I thought, but instead I told her to come to the moment and wait to get dressed up. After 2 hours of walking around the shops and watching the same without a break, I felt that I no longer f***e. Laden with shopping. When I finally came up for air, my mouth was a mess; dripping with saliva and jizz. There were strands of it, hanging from my cheek to my neck. “Jesus mom! You look like a slut right now!” Chris exclaimed, frantically trying to grab tissue papers and wipe me clean. I was just laughing the entire time, without a care in the world. So of course, my husband’s timing was perfect, sliding open the dining room door and entering back into the kitchen. Chris had just managed to put his deflating cock. Just then a car stopped and a lady comes out wearing leggings (seeing any lady/girl wearing leggings I go crazzzy) and kurta. Oh damn!! She was chubby; kinda average one; and all her curves were well visible from her leggings and kurta. She along with her husband and two children went up and damn my eyes were glued on all of her curves which were visible.We introduced ourselves to them and they to us in days and I came to know that the lady’s name is Mona whom I started addressing as “Bhabhi”.. He wasn't watching the room. He wasn't looking anywhere except Ms. Perfect Hair. And, no matter what, Tabitha knew that he couldn't see her. Not here. Not like this. There would be a scene, no doubt about it. If he spoke to her, if she heard the voice that was supposed to be wrapping her in love and comfort and marital bliss, trying instead to explain and backpedal, there would be a scene. But it couldn't happen here. Not in front of her friends. Not with her sitting there to drink in her.