She looked over and saw her beautiful black lover laying alongside her feigning sleep. He was uncovered and exposed, his cock was semi-hard, but still... huge, lying on his thigh, glistening with their combined love juices. No words were spoken but she ‘heard’ it silently calling to her to entrap it between her warm lips, ‘asking’ for her to revive it so it could once more deliver another dose of fresh cream along with at least two or three more orgasms on her part. It was as she drifted down from. "Don't stop what you are doing and keep your eyes closed." I reach over and take a look in the picnic basket to see what else you packed. A second bottle of wine, another tray of cold cuts and paper bag is all I see. I look for the corkscrew, find it, and open the second bottle of wine. Glancing over at you, I see that you are lost in pleasure. Your eyes closed tight, your chest is heaving and you have both hands working on your pussy. Three fingers of one hand inside and the other fingers. By that time she use to come out to clean the stairs and she was wearing chudi without duppata. I have seen her cleavage many times without her notice. Once she caught me while seeing her balls and gave me more embarrassing look and I insulted and look downwards.After that I did not see towards their home for few days, then after a week she was standing and looking for someone to help to pluck flowers from a long plant in her garden so she called me and asked to pluck the flowers that I did, in. “It’s more God damned overtime,” I groused. “She was there all fucking day yesterday and again most of last night. At some point, Liz, we’ve got to stop working for everybody for free.”“We’re OK moneywise,” Liz said. “I explained the situation to accounting and we’ve shifted some of the reserve fund to your budget. We’re not going to have to go out panhandling while this plays out.”“I just wanted you to know that this is a ... six month ... proposition,” I said. “It’s not going to be balls to.