... come suck your ass off my dick. She paused looked at me with eyes that could melt the sun and kissed me two more times and slid back to her knees....I told her no hands, I hate fakers. she blew every inch of my fully erect penis. I swear I almost came, but she told me I better not. She said her ass was the only dumpster today. Fighting back the need to explode in her mouth I regained some semblance of composure and remained in control of the situation. I slapped her breasts and flicked her. I wasnt even sure what that was. I had been married to the preachers son for twenty years and the missionary position was all our sex life consisted of. I hadnt even had that in sixteen years. My husband wouldnt let me suck his cock or touch his balls and commented he didnt like all the wetness in my pussy. So just talking to my old friend was titllating but the conversations were enough to make me rub my pussy until i could get my mind on other things. A few days into us talking on the. Mere pati ko mera maike jana manjur na tha. Par sex ke siwa bhi us samay bahut niyam they.Mere maike me mere papa mummy aur mera ek chota bhai hai. Bhai naam ka wo th mera yaar tha..{i mean dost} saadi ke baad kisis bhi ladki ka maike me akele bistar par raat gujarna kitna muskil hota hai ye aap sabhi jante hi hain. Jis raat me apne maike aai thi us raat ko humare ghar par ek choti si party thi, mere choti bhai ki birthday party. Me pahuchte hi sab khus ho gaye aur humne khub enjoy kiya us. It was a dream of herself in a pitch dark room with only a bright spotlight upon her. There was a driving, indiscernible beat and rhythm filling the space. She was nude, her white skin shimmering from the light above. Her body was moving, twisting, flailing but she wasn’t dancing; she wasn’t in control of it. Like a play-thing doll she was manipulated, sometimes smoothly, sometimes vigorously, all at the beckoning of another force. As she slipped from her dream world, the last image she saw was.