"I was lonely. Missing basic human contact. Don't get me wrong, you're all nice, but it's not the same. I let him kiss me, and then got swept away lik...e I always have."I sat back quietly, waiting for the rest of the rant, trying to be a good listener instead of the one spouting off."I think I remember when it happened." She sat back, expression distant. "We hadn't been together long. He'd been with other people before me, I knew that; there was one guy, Karl, who I knew had feelings for him. "They were working a train station bathroom! They probably have everything!"I snorted. "Ten bucks says they're virgins. Besides, they're way too young. They're high school exchange students, for Christ's sake! What am I gonna do with two kids?" If you don't know, I could show you." Sean quipped."Just for that, you're on the bottom tonight." I tried to look stern, but bunny just grinned. "Idiot. Ok enough with the kids. I thought about it for about two seconds then realized they're more trouble. He wrapped his arms around me and started biting at my neck. His overpowering touch took immediate effect and my cock started to harden under my black lace panties. He was showing an uncommon level of affection as he ran his hand up my leg from the top of my knee high stockings along my inner thigh. I let out a soft moan as I looked to see Pete watching me through the rear view mirror. His hand brushed over my panties as he felt my hard boi clitti and he smiled at me as he could feel my wetness. And his gorgeous and equally horny (and multiorgasmic) wife Moupia is his younger by 3 years. A sharp-featured, little oval, Bengali beauty, with strange temptation written in eyes, Moupiya is wheatish in complexion, medium in height (5’4”), broad-shouldered, and endowed with a voluptuous mouthwatering body (36 b / 30 / 35), very little on plumpish side, with contemporary outlook and little Tomboyish by nature.By the way, theirs was an arranged-marriage (early-mid 2007).Well, from the very.