Vicky uth ke mere muh ki taraf aaya aur babhi ke pani se lisda lund mere muh mai daal diya ravi mere piche aa gaya mai boli ravi tum babhi ke muh mai ...had do ravi bola aaj babhi ka nahi nanad ka din hai aaj sara kuch nanad ke andar girega ravi nai muje aur aage jhuka diya mere chuttad aur ubhar gaye niche manoj tezi se dhakke mar raha tha tabi ravi nai mere chuttad alag kar ke 2 ungli meri gaand mai ghused di meri gaand mai tez mirchi lagi mai boli ravi ye kya kar rahe ho bahut dard ho raha hai. It would feel really good!”Well, I didn’t get that, but it opened a long overdue dialogue about our dormant sex life, besides getting me laid that night and again on my birthday with champagne and a hot tub. We drank a lot of champagne which opened up some buried feelings.I’d had some time to revisit old memories from before being married. Morty was my first lover at our senior prom “after-party”. We’d double-dated with my best girlfriend and shared a hotel room with them. We were high on. She used to have a very painful menstrual cycle and during her period time she would not be able to control the pain. It all started with that. I used to hold her hands and support her mentally and physically. She had fallen in love with me. But for me she was a very good friend. Then she started to bring lunch and breakfast for me. I would buy that for her in canteen. We became very close, she was like a slave to me. She used to massage my legs as I would walk around 8kms a day during that. “Just checking – you’re sure you want me to keep going?”“Yes!” She nearly screamed it, and I resumed teasing her, lightly brushing her swollen pussy lips with the very tips of my fingers. She moaned, sharply, and grit her teeth. I could smell desire on her, and I knew that she was in near agony.I slowly moved my head to press my mouth against her hot slit. My tongue slid out of my mouth and slowly caressed the whole length of her. Amy shuddered, running her hand through my hair, gripping it.