He was so smart, so well read, and so passionate about his beliefs from religion to politics to his favorite sports teams. She knew that passion would...be as strong to the loves of his life, and that made him even more attractive. The first time she saw him his band was playing on the main stage at her college’s spring festivals. His voice was mesmerizing, his guitar was incredible. And those moves! The man could dance. As he soloed he practically made love to the guitar sweeping it around his. My tongue brushed the tip of his cock as I made the most obscene sounds—wet plops. Saliva ran down my chin as sucked over and over, my hand stroking him, my fingers stroking me.He groaned, his eyes wide, his suit jacket rustling. His hips moved, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. It pressed deeper, brushing the back of my throat before sliding back until only the crown remained. I sucked hard the entire time, pleasing him, reveling in the delicious, sexual delight of sucking a married. Then I compared her to what I had become, and I resolved that I would rather die than give up what I had become, and what I had acquired. I had blossomed into a woman and had fallen in love with another woman, and despite the social stigma that a same sex relationship carried in those days, I wanted to continue that relationship despite all of the potential problems. I wanted to stay with the woman I loved, and continue to make love to her.I’d have been marked out as a collaborator, and had I. Me unse baat krte hue kitchen me khana bnane ja rahi thi tbhi unhone mujhe hatho se pakad liya or bola , kya liza kaha ja rahi ho dear . Hume aaj bahar khana khayenge or unhone mujhe betha diya .Me phir tyar hone chali gayi and ek deep neck blouse and net wali saree pehni . Mere pati ko deep neck blouses pasand hai so me wese hi silwati hu blouses. Phir hum khane gaye ,,restaurant me,,, khane k time wo mere side me sofe pe bethe the and mere pati samne .Mere pati k washroom jaate hi unhone.