His face looked gruff and purposeful, as if this evening and this moment meant something different than pure animal pleasure for him. As if he was mor... focused on the symbolism of what this evening and this moment represented in his relationship and conquest of my wife. There was a look of satisfaction on his face, but it was mixed in with a grim seriousness that suggested he was already thinking ahead to what Lisa’s submissive agreement to this initiation might mean for their relationship in. “Who gets hard the moment he feels my cunt.” I grinned, kissed him. One swift glance around. No-one there. Moving backwards I freed his semi hard cock licked my lips. “Actually...” I bend over and licked it's head. “I had other plans for tonight....” Again I licked it, tasted his sweat, his own taste, pre-cum... “But....” This pause was longer, while I closed my lips around his cock and sucked gently. “I'm good at improvising...” He lay back, moaned and enjoyed my mouth and tongue. His cock. Mummy ne mangal sutra or kuch gahne bhi pahne.Hatho me chudi.Mathe pe bindi bilkul apsara lag rhi thi.Uncle bhi ready ho gaye.Uncle under aaye .Mumy dulhan ki tarah palang pe beithi thi. Uncle khush ho gaye.Uncle mummy ke pas gaye , or mummy ka ghungat uthaya.Uncle=oh meri rani .Uncle mummy ko lita behtassa chumne lage apni baho me bhar.Mummy bhi unse lipat rhi thi .Uncle mummy ko kiss kr rhe the or mummy unka sath de rhi thi.Mummy ki badi badi chichiya uncle ke sine se dab rhe the.Uncle apne. I needed a shower.Now I feel ashamed, caught red handed. No one saw me masturbating before. Never. It was my secret. Now that's gone.But it felt great, so why being ashamed? I don't know, maybe I took it too serious, maybe it was more than just playing, maybe I needed someone looking at me, maybe I experienced that I am more exhibitionist than I ever wanted to be. Am I a pervert? It bothers me.Will I do this again? I don't know, perhaps. The joy beats the shame. I guess I'll do it.