I had never met the guy. I had never even seen what the guy looked like. I didn’t even know whether his words were fake or true. But I was smitten b... him. His name was Kunal. We used to exchange emails asking each other about each other. He said he is married but stays in Dubai for work.His wife was pregnant and stayed with his family in Kerela. We continued asking each other questions and learning more about him. I was attracted to Kunal. Maybe I was unsatisfied with my hubby, so I found an. All I did was screwed your best friend. ‘Get out, you bastard, I hate you,’ in a vitriolic tone. A shoe flying past his ear accompanied her message. Then the second shoe clocked him on the forehead. At that, he took off, disappearing down the hall and leaving through the front door slamming it rather loudly. Turning towards her I remarked how interesting all that was. ‘Does he always get upset like that?’ She burst out laughing and said, ‘No, you idiot, he has never had reason to before. . On this i slowly moved my saree pallu saide and exposed my boobs covered in blouse.This sight made him go out of control and he slowly placed one of his hand on my boobs and pressed it. “ahh is thisss the size of ur wifffee sirrr?”. He continued pressing it hard and replied “wait dear let me check it properly”. ” Iam not sure about the size, let me try another way.” he replied.He then came behind me and cupped my boobs in his hand from behind. I bend down nicely and he started rubbing his hard. I saved my most telling savagery for her channel inside her tight little star and I traveled that delicious route daily for the remainder of the voyage. Soon, I had her raising her hips to receive my member in defiant resignation to her fate to serve my hungry cock in such a degrading manner. I often rewarded her obedience with my tongue on her pucker rimming it with a depraved joy that bordered on obsessive worship.When she showed me the slightest resistance, I would bring in her mother and.