He watched as she panted out, her head slightly rolling back and forth on the pillows of the bed she shared with her husband and his, probably soon to...be former, best friend. He reached down and took his cock in hand. Then he pressed against the swell of her Mons Venus. “No, we can’t,” she suddenly whispered. “Come on,” he said to his ex-wife. “You know you want to.” “But, I just can’t.” Robert guided it over her mound and ran the head over her moist valley. “Just let them touch. You know. The sequence of events that unfolded on that August morning can only be described as one in a million, and truthfully, not many will be able to stomach the details. It sparked an entire realm of carnal pursuits that I hadn't thought possible, let alone obtainable. I'm telling this story for the people like me, the people that desire the indulgence of physical transgressions within our modern society. To experience the ecstasy of what, I think, everyone, at some point in their lives, wonders so. .naaku inkaa kaesikki..’nee boddu naade’ ani daani cheekesa..ika pooku meeda padda…’abbaa elaa kannade mee amma’ ani kasigaa adigaa..’cheppa kadaa..maa ammanu koda padukobedta’ andi’neeyamma keskkisstunnavu kade” nee Sex baanisanu nenu nee avasarallu nene choosukunta ”andi todalu boraga apaiketti notlo pooku doorusto…’lanja inka evarni padukobedtaave ‘ anna..’sss…ammmaa..abbba..antonne..em naa pooku sairpoledaa’ andi..;aaahh…lanja nee puku mundu edi paniki raade.nee lanti pooku inko vadna pettu. She'd avoided Roger, her boyfriend at Claiborne, and instead settled down with Ken, a boy from her Differential Equations class.He was fractionally taller than she was with dark hair and a lean face and body. He was known around school as having a tongue to die for. It was long—he could touch the tip of his nose with it—it was agile, and he knew what to do with it. He'd spent some quality time with her breasts, but a lot of the older boys did. They'd learned how much girls liked that sort of.