God knows that I had been the personal beneficiary of her exhibitionism on more than one occasion in the past half-year. It could be tremendously exci...ting -- stirring, even -- and it often led, later, when we were alone -- to runaway, mad-dog sexual encounters where we practically blew each other away with frantic fucking.So one of the quite-wonderful by-products of Tess' exhibitionist streak was lots of fantastic sex for Good Old Will, her all-purpose Boon Companion.Nevertheless, the. Was this spousal abuse of some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think too much about it.I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. Then I crawled in next to my snoring bear of a husband and slept the. HeWaha jaldi koi nahi aata he.to me usko lekar waha gaya hum baate hkar rahe the us se baate karte karte mera lund uth gaya aur usne meri paint me tambu bana liya ye sab mohini ne dhekh liya utne me maine use pakad liya aur use kiss karne laga aur wo bhi mera pura sath de rahi thi.Maine uske ti shirt niikala aur uske boobs bra ke uper se hi dabane laga utne me hame isa laga ki koi aa raha he to maine usko ti-shirt pahne ko kaha aur hum waha se nikal gaye aise hi mere lund ki aag badha rahi thi. That didn't bother me though because Iliked the feel of my "equipment" between my legs and the feel of itsweight as I stood up and walked along.Joe and I had been hanging around together a lot during the summer, andwe were best friends at school, and I think he knew that while I hadgotten "big", if it hadn't been for the accident at the State Fair Idon't think that he would have known how "big" I had really gotten. Joewas pretty cool about it. While I'd occasionally catch him staring at meas I.