Then I heard a woman call out his name and I knew he was in there with someone else. I couldn't believe what was going on in my house and in my room. ...I walked slowly to my bedroom and slowly opened the door and there they were, my best friend and my husband fucking in our bed. I couldn't believe it. She was riding my husband's dick like there was no tomorrow and he was loving every bit of it. As I continued to watch what was going on, the madder I got. The two people that I loved the most were. There was no one there. the watchman I was able to trace in the nearby teashop. I asked him some questions after paying for more tea and snacks for him and dropping a fifty rupee note in his pocket. He said that due to the impending cyclone the school has closed early and the bus had also left early with the children. Asha and two of her friends were playing unaware that the bus had come and they missed it. As they came out later, a man had come in a two wheeler and said that her mother had. . i felt like a dirty fucking slut, and that thought alone made me cum again in his mouth. After two of my hardest ever orgasms, my clit was on fire, i pushed his head away from me, and he rolled over onto the bed, are you ok? he asked, im fine i replied still twitching. I just lay there for a minute, with my legs wide open, still feeling the echoes of my first male induced orgasm, he lay there on his back his cock still semi erect, i reached over and wanked him, he lay there and began talking. Now, I have become a creature of some habit. My shift at work runs from 3 o'clock to 11, I get home at 11:30 and I'm in bed by 12:30. I'm usually up and out of bed by 8 a.m., I take an hour of so to have coffee and a light breakfast, then I take a few hours to do whatever personal business I have to attend to, then start getting ready for work around 2 o'clock.I do not function well without at least seven hours sleep, so after several nights of being kept awake by loud revelry from across the.