I slid my hand down into my wife’s shorts as she said, “What are you doing?” Her pussy was moist as she glared out the window down at Alex who ...had stopped to pick something up in the yard. He had bent over right before my wife’s eyes as I slowly began to rub my finger across the swollen lips of her pussy. Minutes later my wife was on the verge of an orgasm as I continued to tease her wet pussy with my finger. I wanted her to admit that she wanted Alex to fuck her as I yanked her shorts and. . aat?" I stammered. "Just as I thought," Brenda shot back. "You say you'll do what I want, but the first thing I ask you to do you balk at." "But why do you want me to take my clothes off?" I countered. "Look," she said, "it isn't a matter of debate. You agreed to do what I want. I want you to take off your clothes. Are you going to do what I want this weekend or not?" "But I don't understand." "It's not a matter of understanding. It's a matter of doing what I want or not. And it's apparently. His lips moved to mine, and he turned me around facing him, so his erection pressed into my stomach. He cleared off the desktop, picked me up and sat me on top of it. We continued kissing, but now he was easily able to slide his hand up my thighs to my panties. Through the panties he began caressing my pussy, and I knew he could tell how wet I was. Whether he could yet tell I had shaved my pussy, I wasn’t sure.Arnav pulled at my panties and soon slid them down my legs. His hands returned to my. He would try to put it in his mouth but it was always too big for him.Considering Mr. Vivek’s request, I told him i would be cheating my boy friend if I do so, so I won’t. In response to it he said he blackmailed that he would tell my parents about my boyfriend.I agreed to his request. He thanked me and asked me to do what he said.I agreed but asked him to let me go now and come back later in the evening.I went to my apartment and called my boyfriend. He was somewhere where it was too loud. He.