My wife would always were old clothes that were a little to short in the body area and jeans that would reveal her lovely bum crack. As the day goes o...n the sight of her bum crack turns me on and I get playfull with her and pull her jeans down to reveal more bum and start to tease her by kissing her bum cheeks and licking her bum crack.I always chose a moment when her hands were full and she couldnt fight me off so easily.As the day wore on we both drank endless amounts of cups of tea to keep us. Then she was traveling to Delhi for 2 days. She was putting up at her mom’s place, but we could meet up for lunch on one of the days. We order for vodka initially and the interaction happened. While talking the touching happened and we landed up sitting next to each other and holding hands for a while.Nothing happened, we departed and she left for Mumbai. Texting converted to sexting. And we started sharing desires, the colors we wear inside, anything and everything connected with sexual.After. His thickly jerking prick was already straining tightly against his jeans and pressing against her soft little pussy mound. The lewdness seemed to increase. Everything around her seemed crystal clear, the failing sunlight freckling on Makumud’s tan-darkened shoulders and the droplets of perspiration glistening on his full upper lip. She felt so strange – almost as though she were lust incarnate. She was extremely detached, yet at the same time wildly sensuous. She felt more wicked than she had. She was facing the oak partition and jumped slightly on hearing the thwack as the small panel slide back. “Feels like I should be confessing my sins here” she laughed “Ohh… you have sins to confess?” Ross quickly retorted It was Claire Noakes turn to blush, for out of the blue shot the image of the outline of Ross’s cock, hard and erect showing through his shorts when she visited his mother’s house last Saturday. A sight that she could not get out of her mind as her sleeping husband snored next.