As the days passed we became very good friends and she told me she is married and her hubby was working in Dubai she lives alone over here. Then we mo...ved to WhatsApp and late night chats.One day I was alone at room so I asked her that whether she wants to have coffee at my place till that we became very good friends so she cannot refuse. As she rang my bell and I opened the door and I was shocked to see her she was looking damn Sexy and then I asked her to come in and made her sit on the couch.. I fit of rage i turned back. And literally hit the guy, and there was a huge crowd abused followed like drain water from my mouth. Some people started pitying my wife. ON HOW THIS MONSTER was rubbing GUN on my wife’s back and holding her bums.Truth: I know the truth though when we moved away this time deliberately i put my hand my wife’s back as if to say let forget it and walk back home. I realized the fact that the Romeo in the veg bazaar, actually ooozed out all the juices on my wife back. The truck could easily ram them and crush me in the same process. Of course, that assumed that the driver was alone and didn't have a gun. I didn't like betting against unknown odds.I'm not sure how my brain picked up on it, but I noticed Quebec plates on the truck. Useless information? Probably. It's amazing how many thoughts can rip through your mind when you are trying to figure out how to stay alive. I was hoping for a stalemate until the police arrived, but first I had to avoid getting run. I wanted to look at her face and watch her body as I took her. I needed to see the passionate lust/love in her features while I filled her. Her hands moved instinctively to the mounds of her breasts as I sat up to my knees between her supple thighs and began to stroke into her sopping choot. It looked lovely. I alternated between watching her face and hands and dinking in the sight of my cock as it pistoned in and out of her swollen, silken choot. The sights brought me to my orgasm quickly.I.