She ignored him and he left. When she stepped out and looked at her clothes she was glad he couldn't get in. Her skirt was stained with her juices and... the cum of the biker she had fucked the night before. If her husband had walked in and seen it there would have been an argument for sure. It wouldn't have mattered to him that many times he had come home late reeking of perfume. He was full of double standards and that was just one of the reasons the relationship was falling apart.With her. He came over me and kissed all over me. He stopped, I said, “Why you stopped?” He said, “Let’s try ass fucking.” I said, “It will hurt.” He kissed me, “Sapna, let’s try it out once. If you feel its hurting more, I wont do, Ok?” I said, “Ok.” I turned and sat like doggy, showing my ass. He came and spreaded my ass and put his dick at my ass entrance and pushed slightly. I cried, “Rajiv, its hurting, please top.” He took hold my waist and pressed with more force and it gone half inside. It was. I felt a presence near me. Figuring it was her, I change it to her favorite spanish song. She didn't know what it meant or what the lyrics was saying, but all she knew is the melody penetrated her body, sent soothing shock waves of subtle pleasure down the sides of her neck, and pulsating jolts of ecstasy down to her already moist pussy. As I squinted my eyebrows together, I concentrated on the notes, stroking the strings sensually, perpetuatingly making luv to the spanish guitar. I wanted her. “Wildman, all clean and right with the world.”“OK. You ready for the next move?”“Which one?”“You get online and trace these numbers to see where they go. When you are done I am going to call each of them and see if Stan answers. When he answers I want to be able to let him know that Renee and I are coming for him and he will not survive the encounter.”“OK, give me a few minutes to check out the numbers. In the meantime, why don’t you and the missus clean up your bedroom.”“What’s to.