Why was he doing this? Didnt he know that girls just couldnt wait that long, the ach was almost unbearable. Was he really going to make her say what s...he wanted? Jake was dying to taste her but he loved the teasing a little bit more right now. Would she beg? He noticed she could barely keep her butt up anymore, she was withering beneath his touch and he loved it. He kissed her right beneath her cheeks, kissed all the way down near her bare pussy, just mere centimeters from tasting her sweet. There was the dining table right in the corner of the room. I just took her there and made her sit on the table.We were kissing again and slowly from her lips, I went down kissing her boobs and her navel.Then I kissed Shweta didi’s pussy. She just lay down on the table. I was licking her pussy lips. She went mad and was moaning like, “You are killing me. I never felt like this in my life. My bastard husband never does this. I don’t care if I die because of pleasure. Just suck me good.”Then I. "Ronnie's playing, aren't you?" I don't know how," he smiled and he did look a little confused."It's easy," Dana told him. "Sit down here. You gotta ask somebody 'truth or dare' and if they say truth, you ask a question and they can't lie." Okay," Ron sat down on the bed."If they say dare, you dare them to do something and they have to do it," Dana wiggled her eyebrows."What if they don't want to?" Ron asked."Well, duh!" Dana giggled. "That's the point!" Oh," Ron looked at me and I. He said "Probably, almost anything we asked her to. Like Janet". (Janet is my wife). I asked him what he meant by that, and he immediately realized he might have spoken too soon, and clammed up. But he knew that my wife had done some screwing around, and after a few more drinks he told me the story.It seems that about a year ago before, he had been "seeing" my wife. We had moved to a new house, and the location was too far from my work for me to come home at lunch anymore. He was off on.