" My pussy spasms around his skilled fingers. Heat flushes my body and a starry haze clouds my vision as my tension explodes. His hand still moves aga...nst me, milking my orgasm until I'm completely jello. A slurping noise escapes as he pulls his hand away from my pussy. He pulls me up from his lap, only pausing long enough to kiss me deeply. Half aware of reality, I taste his mouth. Sweet like coffee. His tongue inviting mine to play. I nibble his lip as he starts to pull away and in a rush. Sweety first saw at him with false anger and then explain him briefly about the cal with a little attitude. deepak along with listening the details of cal also observing her facial expression .this was the first time he was looking at his 28yr old wife .Today she was looking different to deepak .he was continuously staring at her red rosy lips which were perfect in size with white shining teeth .when she smile she looks like tollywood beauty anushka shetty. sweety has such kind of killer smile.. Well, one day, after working out, as fate would have it, I got stuck. It was raining. Not ordinary stuff either. Hail. Thunder. Wind. I stayed indoors, as I hadn’t brought my umbrella and always walked home. Well, there was I waiting outside the gym, on the steps, under the roof, when I saw him come out the gym and sort of stall on seeing the bad weather. And then he turned to see who was standing out there. I guess he hadn’t anticipated it would be me. So there was another awkward stalled. Number five was so strong that it was hard to keep quiet. Rachelle was too late to stop a moan of ecstasy that escaped from her throat. She froze. Krysta froze. She approached the window, and Rachelle ducked once more. Holding her breath, she waited for the light in the bathroom to turn off before daring another look. Krysta was back in bed, and sound asleep by the look of it. The next night was much the same, but it was not raining. Rachelle rather liked the rain. It made everything more.