Worried about Zahra telling my wife what had happened I quickly zipped up and ran back to the kitchen. Zahra was standing there, with a slight smile on her full lips as she talked to my wife about the cooking. 'So why is it so hard?' She said, pointedly staring at me. I realised the outline of my hard cock was still pushing against my trousers and turned away red-faced. My wife was too busy staring at her potatoes, wonder...