She isn’t voluptuous by any stretch of imagination, but she had a body that was suited to her build. With a 34-26-34 figure, she had the perfect hou...glass figure. You may wonder how I am so sure of her figure. The fact is that I had been studying her clothes and underclothes in the privacy of the bathroom ever since I married her sister. On a few occasions I had also masturbated into her soiled underclothes. Anyways, let me cut to the story at hand. Sunitha was visiting us from her home in. I peeked into her room. She was sat on the bed reading a book. ”Hi, what are you up to?” I uttered. ”Nothing much…just reading this book”. I walked into the room and sat down on the chair opposite the bed. She had a romantic novel in her hand. ”you like reading romantic novels” I laughed. ”yeah” she replied blushing with a smile. My cock was slowly growing inside my pants. She looked so stunning in her tight sleeveless kameez. The shape of her big bosoms was so clear against its material.. * The October sky over the north wall is exotic as plum flesh, yellow bleeding to rose. I am in a borrowed coat – Molly Gallagher’s best – for I have none of my own, and I know not if Switzerland is warm or cold. And though Jim has been to Europe before, he cannot say one way or the other. The gold of the wedding band he bought – and shoved onto my finger outside the jeweller’s – winks on my finger, distracting me from looking out for him on the dock below. His Pappie and some of the family. "What did you stop for?" I felt a wicked grin split my face. "Suck his cock, slut!" Her eyes went wide and dark and she smiled back at me. I moved to push her head back down and was too late, Dave’s hand fisted into her hair and he pulled her face back into his crotch. I began sliding my cock in and out of her, feeling the slippery juices spill from her, shocked and thrilled at how wet she was. She's really getting off on this! I thought, stroking into her hard. I looked down to see Dave.