Ami khanik pore amar hath ta neeche dike niye gelam aar didir guud ta amar mutho te bhore kaclate laglam. Guud ta kachlate kachlate ami amr ekta angul...dhire kore didir guuder chenda te dhukiye dilam. Angul ta guude dhokanor por ami angul ta aste aste bhetor bar korte laglam. Ami bujhte parchilam je aaj didi amake diye guud ta marabe. Khanik por ami amar mukh ta didir mayee theke soriye didi ke ishara kore bichanate shute bollam. Didi amar ishara bujhe chupchap bichanate shueye porlo aar amio. She was on the bed on all fours wearing a Catholic Schoolgirl outfit: white shirt tied up just below her ample tits, a plaid skirt that had been hiked up her back, her cotton panties pulled down to her mid-thighs to expose her innocent ass cheeks, and finally, she had on bobby socks with saddle shoes. Her legs were kicking in protest on the bed as he took her from behind in her tiny, innocent asshole. No wonder she was fervently kicking...this man had a cock as thick as a beer can. You could. He moaned with pleasure at the taste. He told her that she tasted sweet and spicy—spice of cinnamon, allspice and nutmeg and that it was good! She smiled and relaxed for a moment. The musk of her scent filled the car. It tantalized his senses. He wanted more. She undid his belt and zipper, and pulled out his manhood. He scooted the driver’s seat as far back as he could. She was so eager. She leaned over and took the head in her mouth and began to lick and suck and caress. The more she sucked. In essence, he was every woman’s fantasy so why wasn’t he Cerys’? When exactly had she stopped fancying her own husband? And why had she recently started to fantasise about fucking her husband’s best friend Alex? It had been a fleeting thought at first, a thought that had suddenly occurred one night when Alex had called round to their house with Tamara his ‘new’ girlfriend. Tamara was Alex’s sixth ‘new’ girlfriend that month. Cerys had been as welcoming and friendly as usual but as they all.