“Just somewhere a little more private. I’m sure you don’t want people to see you lying on your back licking my feet.” Just the way she said it... made the whole act sound so dirty.At this stage we were walking alongside the road with the open paddocks. People sitting on that side of the train would still have a full view of us through the window walking along the road hand in hand. It was around 2pm in the afternoon and as I mentioned earlier this area was still being developed so there was hardly. Days were passing and I could not get any clue to sort out the matter. Once I was passing through passage in office and I heard these words “Saale kee Biwi badi chudakkad hai, uski choot mil jaye to maza aa jaye”. This increased my curiosity and I tried to listen the talks from outside. I was astonished to learn that it was Kumar, my colleague who was talking about my wife only. I immediately dreamed Kumar fucking my wife. But he is a very lean and thin person and I wondered if he has a bigger. Ab bas mouka doond raha tha usko chodne ka kuch dino ke liye meri biwi myke chali gayi ma bhi use chod kar ghar waapis a gaya aur meena ko ishra kara aur wo aur logo ki nazar bachate hue mere ghar ma a gayi aur uske ate hi hum dono chipk gaye aur mane uske mu me apni jaban dar kar chosneee laga wo bhi poora sath dene lagi.Dheera dhree mane uski sadi nikal di aur uski blouse khol di aur dono boobs ko azad kar diya koop daba kar choosne lagar aur wo siskariy bharne lagi aaaaaa…..choo. I could see him now, middle years, well muscled torso, and the smile of supreme confidence as he adjusted his rigid bar of manhood. She switched around, facing us now, as she climbed up to kneel on his thighs. She had the face of an angel, a cheerleader, prom-queen, all-American girl. With a look of dirty ecstasy she lowed her backside down until her pussy met the tip of his cock. Her eyes fluttered with pleasure as she eased inch after inch inside her. He gripped her forearms, holding them.