Husbend ka permission se hi kam hojayeggi.Agale dhin hum csdcanteen jane ko ready hogaye.Mem pink colur ki ek nilex saree pahni.Panty nahi pahni isliy... meri gand ki darar spasht dhikhyi degi.Mem saree thodi tight karke pahni dhi.Canteen pohunch gaye.Bahar kahi sardar nazar nahi aaye.Hum andher gaye tho udhari mile.Andher saman vagara shelf me lega rahe dhe.Mem aur husbend basket leke saman lene ko chale.Husbend bola ki thum saman lelo.Mem jake liqure ki bill katke aatha hum.Mene unse basket li. My eyes return to the view in front of me. I jump when after a short while, I feel your hands return to my hips. You increase my pace. Guiding me up and down. Oh, fuck that feels good. So so good. You call out to me “How’s that baby girl- enjoying my hard dick inside you? Tell me, describe it to me.”I struggle with my words at first, still concentrating on building the rhythm of your cock in and out of me. But then I realise that if I let you guide our movement, I can just pay attention to what. Wendy had promised that morning that after sorting out her work crisis she would leave at lunchtime and be waiting when I got home. And we both knew what that meant.It was half past three when I returned home, complete with raging stiffy, so where was Wendy? Glumly I went upstairs to do the necessary by myself. As I got undressed it occurred to me to check for messages on the bedside phone.I heard Wendy's voice. "James, darling, I'm so sorry. Those bloody women in accounts have completely. . an experience.”“An experience? But you’ve never exactly had a problem with women have you? It’s a job for a girl to keep up, if anything!”“Yes, sorry. It’s just ... this boy...”“Boy?”“He’s so cute. His ass. His cock. If you met him, I’m sure you’d understand. In fact...”“A student? How old is he, for fucks sake?”“Oh he’s post-pubescent.”“Oh that’s fine then! He must be at least fucking fourteen, so you can fucking fuck him with a clear fucking conscience. Or get fucked by him, is it?”“You.