That was my husband at the bar and the slut that had been flirting with him across the way the entire time we were there. I go to the restroom for a few minutes and come back to this. Why was my pussy on fire and literally dripping?!?
I couldn't find my husband in our bed, but heard the noises in the room. I got up and searched for the source. On our bedroom floor was my husband and younger sister screwing their brains out and trying to keep quiet. Her grip on his body told me all I needed to know.