I wondered if she was referring to that point where I managed to make contact with my wife’s inner thigh and pussy or whether I was getting a bit ah...ad of myself. "Yeah that's the area" she said approvingly. "Why don't you lift my shirt up a little bit to see if that makes it easier" she goes. I slid her shirt up to reveal her still bronzed skin and continued to massage her back. I moved my hands a bit higher near the red bra strap that was covering her skin and continued. "Aah that's even. She came in with a glass of hot milk. But the cleavage sighting of Simran had left me in a horny mood.If my wife was there I would have torn her apart. I did plan to fantasize Simran and masturbate that night, but I suppose destiny had better plans for me that night. Usually Simran does not wear such low necks, as we always have dinner in the main hall and all are well covered. But since now there was no need to go down, she preferred not to change and remain in her night dress itself.She again. Shewas in nighty. I got my snake awake and was staring at her boobs. Since herhubby wasn’t here, i decided to try my luck. But, I had no courage. Whenever Italk with her on phone, I masturbate. It would be the best mausturbation when youhear your fantasy girl voice. I really go mad at that time. Years passed over phone. I too got a job. After 7 years, Iplanned fuck her even to rape. I know that she must starve for sex because herhubby comes ones a year. So, I went to her house without any. I regained consciousness god knows how long after I was knocked out. I slowly got to my feet and looked at my surroundings. I threw up when I saw what was left if my squadron. Blood was splattered all of the walls and Im pretty sure I saw someones hand before I blacked out again. The next I woke was different, I was on a patch of straw with something lying beside me. I rolled over to see Joan sleeping beside me. I shook her awake. Where the fuck are we? Joan said groggily. I have no fucking.