Priti kitchen mein breakfast bana rahi thi, mene dekhawo upne raat wale badami night gown mein kahdi hai uske bal bandhe uwe the. Mein nunga hi kitche... Priti ke pass geya or use peche se hug kya or uske gale mein kiss karte huwe use morning wish kya. Priti ne kaha keyun raat ka nasha katam nahi huwa, mein bolo nahi huwa or hoga bhi nahi or uske bandhe huwe silky baal ko khol deya or bola jis ke pass tum hari jasi randi ho uska nasa kese khatam hoga, Priti boli chalo fresh hojao or breakfast. I loved being at the bar with my "Panty Date" and seeing my husband walk in and get his drink and grab a small booth directly behind where I was standing with my date at the bar. As he walked by us, I would purposely pretend not to notice him. Moments later, my date would have my skirt up over my hips and my pantied ass and pussy would be groped and fondled at will as we kissed heavily and damn I loved it. Hubby would be rock hard watching too, wishing it were him. I felt like such a slut and I. The seat thrummed underneath me, I could feel the pulses of each tiny bump, coursing up through my body like so many ripples on a pond. Leaning back and closing my eyes, I began to fantasize ... my long hard cock pressing against a girl's opening, demanding entrance.My legs spread subconsciously out over the seat as I did, freeing my cock from the resistance of my thighs closed around it. Blood rushed rapidly between my legs as the vibrations now pulsed through me freely, uninhibited. I let out. She definitely looked Greek. We gave each other a knowing look and went our separate ways. Later at breakfast we saw the same woman with a tall, blond man, probably in his 40s. As we walked by their table on the way to the small hotel breakfast buffet, I heard her say to her lover in a low voice, “that’s them”. After we got a breakfast I steered Robin back by their table and surprising, the couple asked us to join them. We sat down and introduced ourselves. The young lady was Ares,.