Meanwhile, I was now massaging her breast through her clothes, which consisted of nothing more than a thin piece of cotton cloth. In the hot weather, ...women did not wear anything under a dress, and I was reaping the benefit of that custom.Mary showed up eventually to announce the time and to advise us to go to bed. She seemed to be talking mainly to me because she reminded me that I planned to leave early in the morning for Sweetwater. Okay, I bowed to her wisdom and reluctantly stood up to head. I was turned on by the prospect that finally a part of my long-held fantasy would be fulfilled. It wasn't long till his hands were kneading my wife's firm butt and hips. I could even tell she was enjoying herself somewhat surely the strong drink he bought her and the bottle of wine they had shared were doing their part to relax her. She even began to grind her pussy on his crotch as they swayed to the music. After a few songs the music picked up and he escorted her back to her booth. This time. When she left the bedroom and went to the kitchen, I looked through her clothes, and at the same time I could feel my cock getting hard. I found a dirty thong that was still wet! I began to smell her thong and slowly lick it. Not knowing that she came back to check how I was doing and was watching me through the partly closed door. She began to squeeze her breasts and finger herself while she watched me. When I was licking off the last bit of juices that were left from her thong, I heard her. “mere pati ka phone hai. Pata nahi ise kya chahiye.”tum kehti ho aur fir ghodi bane hue hi phone ko kaan se lagati ho “Hellooooo,” tumhari avaaz badal jati hai jab mera lund tumhari choot ke andar dafan ho jata hai aur tum darr ke mare peeche dekhti ho aur naa me sir hilati ho magar me apna lund tumhari choot ke andar aur fir bahar aur fir andar dheere dheere karta rehta hu. “nahiiiii aaa… Abhi…unh! nahi kiya ooooh..” tum phone par kehti ho. Me tumhari kamar pakad leta hu aur thode jordar.