. what else.?Me : seriously ? you can wear small clothes for being relaxed. I thought you are wearing night suits.She: No till now I don’t own a jea...ns and night wear also.Me : what you don’t have jeans also.She: No never tried and don’t know how it will fit me.Me: do u fear that aunty will say anything if you wear jeans?She : No No mummy is insisting me to have jeans and to be modern but I never tried.(I was thinking of my group friends and this girl, all girls in my group will wear jeans and. She fought back a tiny moan and settled for exhaling. They stood, watching each other, breathing together, until Susan took Dalias hand in hers, turning to walk away. Dalia followed, afraid of where Susan was leading her. Afraid not to go.They followed the hallway down, turning into Susans bedroom. The scream of the air conditioner, barely covered their soft breathing. Dalia felt the coolness on her skin. Uncertain what raised the tiny goosebumps. Susan stopped… turning to face her. Her tongue. As the final spurt landed on my tongue I covered his cock with my lips and softly sucked the man fluid off his semi erect cock. He immediately moved his head down to my pussy and licked my cunt as I continued to perform on his semi erect cock. In our own version of the sixty nine position, he placed his hands on my ass cheeks and separated my ass whilst tonguing my cunt. His tongue unfurled from my cunt and snaked its way to my asshole. The shock of this sent me senses on full alert. His tongue. I felt more ashamed of myself than I had ever been in my entire life. I compromised my wife's trust, our marriage, and our relationship. Whether or not she was "enjoying" or "not really enjoying" the fucking that she was getting was irrelevant. She was only there because I was weak. Michael made a great point why could I not have just been happy with what I HAD, because, from this day forward, things would be different.My wife would never look at me the same loving, trusting way that she had.