His hands were even sexy to me. Big and strong. Grabbing me all over; squeezing my boobs and roaming all over my ass. I’d be moaning quietly, biting...my lip and holding back the scream of pleasure that was building inside of me. His hands would find their way under my shirt as he nibbled on my neck. I would be on fire at this point, wet and longing for him to touch my bare skin.I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. I’d rip his shirt off and kiss his neck in thanks for the way he was making me. I was good at this, and rarely made mistakes, but I was distracted. I had a dog that belonged in a doggy asylum, and a peter that was worn out from its interaction with my hand. When I got up in the morning, and looked at it, it lay there, limp and exhausted. If it could have whined, it would have."Don't look at me like that," it would say. "I'm doing more than my part. You're supposed to find me a nice, warm pussy to slide into, where there are no calluses, except maybe a nice sensitive. I hope ke woh mera hi intazaar kar rahi thi. Usne mujhe hug karke welcome kiya.Woh already Beer enjoy kar rahi thi or mujhe force karne lagi par maine resist kiya. Mujhpe sex ka nasha chada hua tha. Woh har ek sip par mujhe horny bana rahi thi. Mai bhi uske body pe haath slide karne laga or uske thighs ko sehalane laga. Woh madhosh ho chuki thi. Drinks finish hone ke baad woh kitchen mai glass rakhne chali gayi. Mai piche se kitchen mai chala gaya aur uske kamar ko dono hathon se pakadar uske. Ab meiin uske mummay thori our zor se dabane laga. ‘Aahhh…’ came out of her mouth. ‘Madam apke mummay jaise mummay maine kahin our nahin dekhe hain.’ I complemented her while pressing her mummay harder. ‘Mujhe madam mat kaho…Faruu kaho.’ she said with unsteady breath. We were standing very close and I started pressing and squeezing her mummay harder. They felt good and hot in my hands. I was still holding her boobs from below and squeezing and shaking them.Her boobs were hot and jiggling in my.