I have just given him the best night of his life and told him to piss off." There was about twenty things I could have said at that point but decided ...that they were better left unsaid for the time being. I grabbed my coffee and placing my hand on her shoulder ushered her to sit on the lounge. We sat a little apart and she shuffled herself over until she leant against me resting her head on my shoulder. "You know that me an Flubberguts fight a lot, don't you?"I just murmured, "Mmmm," as it was. I know that I was near and I don’t know how to get to my wife. If I ask directly, then our relation may broke forever. This has restrained me from asking her. I wanted to make her ask her by herself. So I pretended to be lost in thought. Sometimes really and some times I used to act. I even slept some nights without having sex. My wife was wondering. In other words she was bit scared because she never saw me thinking that much. One day my wife insisted me on telling her what it is. After a lot. He came in between my shapely thighs. Took my both legs around his waist and holding his crow bar rubbed his knob all along the pussy lips. Oh…Mamayya….uffff” I moaned and raised my bum up. At the same time he gave strong push of his prick in to me. Half of it entered in me tearing my cunt apart. Now I understood why he made it dry. Now his dick going tightly rubbing my cuntal walls. His thrust gave me pain as it became dry. “Oh… mamayya…melliga…aaaahhhhhaa… nadi chirigipoyindi (mamayya be slow. Later at the table, I focused my eyes on her long slender legs crossing and uncrossing and had the most depraved thoughts about her tender cunt opening and closing in anticipation of receiving her woman-making first entry.At that time I was heavily involved with my sister, Tiffany and admittedly Mrs. Stern had my cock in her web of mature female servitude.Now, I watched her run around the room laughing and having a blast fairly skipping with youthful abandon like a sprite with a dripping slit.