The more humiliated she felt and the more her ?dirty pussy?, as she herself called it, started to run. She could feel how wet she was getting. ?Rub y...our pussy and make yourself cum, slut,? Owiti instructed her.Dutifully, she ran a fingertip along the crease between her labia and legs and the creases between her full buttocks and fat legs, inching closer towards her pussy. The men watching got quiet and watched intently now, especially her husband. She gave herself light caresses, delicate. Me – Now that everything is revealed, shall we continue?Asmita – With Nagesh?Me – It’s your call. I want you to have fun to your fullest.Asmita smiled and had a blush on her face like a newly married girl had on her first night. I got the sign that she wanted to continue with Nagesh. I asked Nagesh to come and join us. He laid beside Asmita on the other side and moved his hands all over Asmita’s body while she was kissing me vigorously.I felt her body was getting warmer. She was lying between. He picked up his mobile phone from the table and went out of the roomwith it. I listened intently to hear what he was saying and caught thefirst few words."Hello George, can you talk? Good, I'm sorry to call you in workdarling."Then the conversation faded as he closed the kitchen door, leaving mesitting there in a bubbling nervous silence trying to piece togetherall that he had said and what he was probably saying now. "Darling?"that suggested more than just a normal friendship and the thought. Parked up in my van with my mags or watching girls walk by I could rub through my trousers or even mac-wank, though that’s not so easy sitting down. But sometimes when I’m parked somewhere and suddenly a girl comes into view and She’ll soon be out of sight, well I’d go mad and mac-wank like crazy, desperate to spunk watching Her before She walks out of sight. It’s not an easy life being a pervert-wanker. One way of ensuring that pants-spunking happens quickly when I’m looking at mags parked.