Her face was red from bending over my knee but her nipples were rock hard and she was panting. I stood up and removed my dressing gown so I was naked....‘Take your skirt and your blouse off then bend back over my knee. You’ll get another 20 blows and your punishment will be over’Sarah slowly unfastened her skirt then pushed it down her legs until she could step out of it. I could see her pussy through the thin material of her tights and realised that I did indeed have a bit of a nylon fetish.. Here was my wife’s hand wrapped around another man’s cock. As my mind reeled from it the next picture arrived.In this one my wife was leaned down over it and her mouth was open, a bit of saliva hung from her lips as she was lowering herself down to take the massive head of it in her mouth. My god she was drooling over his dick! My own cock had now caught up with the rest of me and begin to throb inside of my jeans. The next photo showed my wife, now with the cock enveloped in her mouth. He. That settles it I'm spending my day in front of the tv and not lusting after Sara.He sat in the living room sipping coffee when she walked in. It took every last bit of mental strength he had not to gawk at her. She stood in front of him in a pair of tight cutoff jean shorts, a tiny little tank top that clung tightly to her breasts and had her hair done back in pigtails. Every inch of her screamed delicious forbidden sex. Since when had she started dressing this way? Her mom had always picked. To wo hansne lagi. Aur boli nahin. Mere dono bachhe neeche se nahin pet cheer ke nikale hain. Mere bachhe opration se hue hain. Maine kaha tab to maja aye ga. Wo boli ki maja kya khak ayega. Main period se hun. Mera to dimag kharab ho gaya. Maone kaha to tum mere sath kyon aai ho. Wo boli ki mujhe apki pahli najar ne mar diya tha. Agar apki jagha koi aur hota to main nahin jati magar main apka sath chahti thi. Isliye chali aai. Aur isme mera kya dosh hai. Ye to naturel prosess hai. Mera to sara.