Chetilo packets tho lopaliki vocchi nannu chudagaane ala nilabadi poyadu ante……..nenu entra venkat ala ayipoyavu antu tana chetiloni packets teesu...oni kitchen table pai petta saganu. Ore spandu ee rozu ayipoyavu ra………..just two minutes snanam chesi vosta……aa packet lo malle poolu vunnai avi kuda tala ninda pettuko………..ani bathroom loki velladu. nenu navvukuntu poola packet tericha…..malle moggalu, naa lane virgins……padi mooralu vundocchu……melliga hum chestu poolanni na tala lo pettu konnanu.. When I first proposed to her on a Caribbean island, after we had dated for a few years, I expressed to her my fantasies, sexual desires, and the need for intimate conversation. I thought she understood and was supportive because she nodded her head and said everything would be fine. She didn’t reciprocate or express any fantasies back to me, but I chalked it up as inexperience and thought we would grow together mentally, sexually, and emotionally as our marriage progressed and we knew each. I feel her tongue on my tip and it's almost too much for me to handle but she always manages to stop before I can finish. Everytime she stops, she looks up at me with the most innocent smile that I have ever seen. This goes on for about ten minutes before I can't take it anymore. I get her up from the ground, passionately kiss her while I grab her ass. I can tell she is turned on by how much she is moaning while we kiss. I take her over to an open part of the counter top, and lift her onto it.. I indulge. Now feeling quite light-headed I remove all my clothes and throw them in the basket. I start to wriggle into the body suit. It of course is crotchless and I notice it has pieces of long black silk material attached to the arms & legs. I remove all other items from my rug before putting in the ear buds, turning on the ipod & tying the scarf over my eyes. I lay back and wait. The music is soft and relaxing, I like it but now I can no longer hear the sounds from around me. What if.