Me uske gore makhan jese breast par sir rakhkar late gaya aur normal hone laga..Wo dhire2 kabhi mere peeth par to kabhi sar par ungli ferti ja rahi th...…Mera lund uski choot me hi andar fasa tha…Kareeb hum 15 min tak aise hi nange ek dusre par lete rahe..Hum dono pasine se tar ho gaya tha..Phir usne dhire se hath neeche lejakar mera lund ko pakda aur dhire se bahar nikala…Uski choot se dher saraPani nikla..Mene uske chehre ki tarah dekha uske surkh laal honto ki lipstic fel gayi thi ..Mene apne. It pissed me off that he said I was lucky when I looked in the mirror. I look so horrible.’ She said. ‘Nooo…shhh. It doesn’t matter, the scar isn’t who you are. It tells the story of how lucky you were to survive, it shows how close you came to not being here at all.’ I said knowing that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to say…but I couldn’t find any better words. ‘You think I’m lucky?’ she asked. ‘Yeah, I do. Because if someone hadn’t come and helped you out of the car you probably would have died. I handed the beer down to him. Our deck is the perfect height, his cheat came right about the deck floor. I know he could see up my wife's dress. I said come on up and have a seat he said well OK. I know he didn't want to leave his pussy viewing spot. After we had killed those beers I went and got more. He and drank several and on one trip I mentioned I needed to piss. So I took extra long just to see what would happen. He was telling my wife something but I couldn't hear from inside. She. She couldnt help it, the excitement and pleasure of being continually sucked and fucked and fingered were too much for her. Her mouth was hanging open and her oriental face was screwed up and her hands were clutching the bed cover as she began to buck her hips up and down. Oh God, please dont make me…, she sobbed. Please dont… no, please… please… dont stop, yes, yes! Her slim body started to shudder, and suddenly she arched her back high off the bed, still frantically thrusting her pussy.