Now he lived in fear of a divorce that wouldleave him penniless, as well as the reputation of being a cheatinghusband who hadn't actually gotten to ch...eat.As he entered the living room and saw his wife -- and Cindi -- sittingon the couch he blushed furiously. This was part of his punishment,having to been seen en femme by the woman with who (he thought) he hadalmost been unfaithful. Janet had explained that, to keep Cindi frompressing charges of sexual assault, he had to do this. His wife. "Well, thank you. Help me put it on, if you don't mind."She came around the counter as I took my shirt of and slipped it over my arms and fastened it between my breasts. "It's a front closure. I figured it would be easier for you." Then, she showed me how to undo the front flaps. "Nice. Thank you" I said. I reached over and hugged her and felt her 40DDs rub against mine. "What's on tap for today?" I asked.They all kind of looked at each other as Sandra said "we are just going to hang out around. “I don’t eat pussy.” I said.“You’re going to start or you’re not fucking me and I won’t be sucking your cock either,” she said.Faced with the prospect of not fucking Monica caused me to rethink my views on eating pussy. Reluctantly I agreed.“Take your tongue and lick my pussy lips. At the top of my pussy is a button called a clit. Pay special attention to it. You can even suck it like a small cock. Then insert that tongue into to my pussy and work your magic,” she said.Doing as she instructed,. Weenie after we started staying at Adarsh Nagar.We were on the first floor and usually I used to go on to the terrace and roam around talking friends at night or mostly when I wanted to have a couple pegs when at home cause though mom knew about it drinking at home would be damn outrageous and then sometime after shiftingI went up as usual and saw someone standing in a corner and damn people she was smoking hot from behind in her track and t shirt wondered who it was she did not see me though.