I kept my hand on his right underarm and she was holding him by putting her left hand on his waist. In such position her boobs were crushing on right ...hand forearms. I was enjoying it was deliberately taking time to reach their room.Finally we put her husband on bed and I took permission and came back to my room. My boner was already hard hence I slept beside my wife and was kissing her, she pushed me away as she don’t like smell of alcohol hence I attacked her nipples and was sucking squeezing. I went it, closed and locked the main door, as she went behind and locked the kitchen door and windows. “Come upstairs”, she said excitedly. I followed her up, to the guestroom. And there, with a flourish, she pointed to the bed. On the bed was a brand new “Kerala saree”. If you haven’t seen a Kerala saree, it’s a traditional, off-white saree with a thick golden border (please Google it). With it, on the bed, was a bright-red silk blouse that matched the saree. I stared in disbelief. Akka knew. As the night progressed I kept catching Terry looking over, I could sense he was defiantly courious, at the least. I followed him the toilet and stood next to him having a piss. 'You alright lad' I asked, 'fuck the small talk, you want my cock dont yeah he said' i'll meet you back in the room, make an excuse to bale from here he said. My cock was rock hard and I couldn't wait to get my hands on the little scally cunt. Our Ste, being the lightweight he is, was hammered by midnight and could. But now she was in her pantyhose and still I am that much thirsty as ever. I moved my hands to her bare legs and sexy thighs. Now upper beauty is no more worthy for me. I transferred my attention to her bare thighs, I started kissing it heavily. Her pantyhose was already with moisture, I moved my hand to her pantyhose and continued to kiss her inner thighs up to the ankle. When I was kissing her ankle, I looked in to her eyes and certainly it was signal of approval to go ahead or she was.