She was always quoting scriptures and would pray for me. I naively assumed that any feelings she may have had for me were sublimated. Then again, I w...s never that good at reading sexual cues.Over time, she dropped some subtle hints about her past, slyly packaged with the sheen of biblical sanctimony. "They say having impure thoughts is as bad as acting on them" she said one day as we stood in her kitchen. "As a matter of fact," she added "There's no daylight between thinking and doing. You. Her hairs were tied in a bun.“Hi, I am Aman. I live in a flat just in front of you. I thought maybe I should introduce myself. After all, one should be acquainted with his/her neighbors. Isn’t it?” I said.“Of course. Come on in Aman,” Nidhi invited me in. “Sit down. Make yourself at home. I’ll just come.”She turned around and her big round ass came to my full view. I imagined putting my dick in her asshole and my dick started to wake up. I just imagined how it feels to fuck her in the ass. She. “Not bad,” he reaches into his pocket and hands me a condom, “now, put this on it.” The feeling’s a bit different, and it tastes terrible, but I still take it to the back of my throat, gagging as I try to push it deeper. Tears blur my vision slightly. “I just can’t get past that spot.” “Hold on.” He goes back into the kitchen. David brings back a bag of gummy snacks. “It takes practice to control the gag reflex. Go into the bedroom please.” I stand in front of the bed, expecting David to sit,. She took everything that I gave to her. I slipped it in, I slammed it in, and I rammed the hell out of her too. I hadn’t been that excited in quite a while. It was a sexual high that was off the scale. When I hit her cervix with my cum I thought that I would shoot holes in it. My sperm was off and running. If she used a diaphragm those little suckers would go right through it. If my sperm ever caught up to her egg it wouldn’t stand a chance. After that I just cuddled her until she fell asleep.