He dragged it down about half way, and let her go, stepping back, leaving a few feet between them. “Strip for me, Tora,” James crooned, his eyes ...becoming wider and wolfish as he spoke. Tora grinned, that sort of half-embarrassed, half-childlike grin she showed when she was excited, but also conflicted. She bit her lip, hushing her involuntary facial reaction, and squared her shoulders as she looked back at him. She stretched behind her back, finding the zipper, and finished pulling it down.. “Theek hai rani. Agar apne bhaijaan se chudwa kar thak gayi ho to koi baat nahin. Tum apne kapde uttar kar mere samne let jayo, mujhe apni gaand se khel lene do. Hum itni see baat se hi guzara kar lenge, meri jaan.” Shabnam muskura kar apne kapde uttarne lagi. Ussne apni kamiz uttari aur fir main usski salwar ka nara kholne laga. Meri begum meri grift mein machalne lagi. Usski badi badi chuchi upper neechey hone lagai aur jab main usski salwar neechey kheenchi to usski pahadi jaisi gaand meri. ’ ‘I don’t think they have anything to do with who I am.’ ‘Congratulations. You’re the first,’ he said. ‘Maybe they do. Are you sure you don’t want to listen to Metallica?’ We talked politics. He was a tree hugger, big surprise, he even composted their grass clippings. He was appalled that I wasn’t even registered to vote. All those people fought and died so he could vote. So many women struggled so I could vote. Wasn’t I betraying all that effort and sacrifice? I suppose I was. It was. Mark just stood at the foot of the bed in awe. He couldn't remember his cock ever being harder and couldn't believe that he was actually witnessing his wife masturbate. Life was good. He also knew that it was about to get a whole lot better. “Keep going slut”, he told her as he stepped over to his nightstand and picked up his phone. “I'm going to record this for posterity.” Camilla got even wetter at the prospect of her husband taking pictures of her in such a position. She had never taken.