She: Is it not wrong, we both are married and are we allowed to do such things/?I: ha-ha we are not telling our soul mates that we are going to fuck s...me one else it’s just us who will get to know.She: HmmmmI: so what say, wane get your pussy licked by me and your ass fucked by my tongue?She: Please do it im dying here.I: anytime and anywhere.She: tomorrow after noon when my in-law and my son will go out of station.I: awesome.She: ya waiting for it.I: can we have a phone sex before that?She: I. But there was this one time in wrestling that happened that was just weird. This day I decided not to wear under wear because I had PE.You see I usually wear these nice comfortable stretchy boxers for exercise and activities or anything really. I hate normal panties, but mainly whenever I do physical work because they ride up and give me a wedgie. But all my boxers were dirty so I just wore nothing, this was the last day I ever did that.During practice we paired up around 120-130 (Can't. She was plain and chubby, but we got along well. We took each other’s virginity. My best friend, in the basement of another friend’s remarkably permissive parents, all of us stoned on pot and drunk on a bottle of Southern Comfort, remarked that I could do better than Carol. Except none of my friends had girlfriends at that moment. Maybe they were choosier? But I did like Carol. Maybe loved her. And her body never bothered me. The opposite actually.“You’re calling early,” she remarked. We. ‘Nope. He was chatting with that old dude downstairs. Asking what your deal was—married or single or whatever. They didn’t know I was right there in your garage.’ ‘Well, what did he say, exactly?’ Anne strived for nonchalance. Apparently she’d succeeded. Graham searched his nose for another booger. ‘Don’t know—exactly! The guy said, ‘who’s that mousy chick?’ or something. ‘She married or what?’ Then old big ears said you were single, and told him your name.’ ‘What, so the new guy asked for my.