" That would be nice."Maria lies with her head in Peter's lap and he plays with her hair, massages her temples and forehead, and runs his thumbs light...y over her eyelids. It's not long before she breathes her first contented moan. After a while he asks, "Would you like me to get you anything?" That's okay, sweetie. You're so good to me. You're all the medicine I need." Well, get your sleep. I hope you feel better in the morning."The next night they begin kissing and Peter touches his hand to. Her body begin to tense and quiver underneath him, her moans now wavering, and he knew her orgasm was close. Still hovering just above her, he managed to grunt, in a husky, lust-soaked voice. “Cum for me, my dear.”. As her pleasure-addled brain strained to process his words, his lips crashed against hers, and she reached the point of no return. Her legs continued to quake violently, and her arms shot out, wrapping around his back and digging her nails in deeply. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. After a couple of glasses of wine, she said, 'Cynthia, dear, in my time, women couldn't talk frankly about their sex lives, but we had to talk. So, our code was that a woman with sharp knives was being well treated by her husband. If someone came to tea reporting that her knives were dull, we could all share the experience and know that she was needy.'"Mother laughed. "Well, they developed a whole set of terms around that euphemism. Seeking to get one's knives sharpened was akin to a man's. Mom ki ass bahut hi ache hai. unki breast bahut fule hua hai.Unki boobs dikhne mein bahut hi achhi lagti hai.Ye baat us samay ki hai jab jab main class 7 mein padta tha.Mere father bahar apni posting par tainat the.Humare ghar do manzil tha.Neeche kiraydar rahte the.Humare neeche ek uncle rahte the jinka naam Sandeep tha.Wo lambe kad ke smart aur phyisically strength the.Main kai baar unko mom ke boobs ki or nazar dalte hue dekhta tha wo mom ki ass ko ghurte theUs samay unki wife apne mayke.