.walk krty hoyyee jethani kay kamray ky taraf jaty hay….darwazay par knock krty hay..awaz aty hay..andar ajao devrani..devrani andar aty hay ..us ky...ankhain phel jaty hay…pora kamray main candles lagy hoty hain palang par gulab ky patya pry hoty hain..Kamray main erotic music chl rah hota hay…..abhy devrani ye sab kuch dekh rhy hoty hay kay jthani black toliya main bahar aty hay aur us kay kreeb aty hay …devrani ka moo khula ka khhla reh jata hay aur jetrhani hy surprise hoty hay…us kay kreeb. I came home one night to find that she had moved everything of hers, right down to the last bobby pin, into the spare bedroom. When I asked her why all she would say was that she needed her space.She had gone back to work shortly after coming home from the hospital and that didn't help matters any. She took all the overtime they offered and I began to suspect that it was so she could stay away from me. After six months I finally made her sit down to discuss our problems. All she would say was. Can you reach my dick?” I asked.“Yes… I can reach your dick.” She said it with a slight moan. It turned her on to say it. I started to lick her pussy. I felt her warm wet lips wrap around my dick. I felt her move her lips up and down my dick and I felt deep inside of her mouth. Maybe she only gagged when she wasn’t expecting me to push it in? I felt her hand on my balls. I licked her asshole and then slid my tongue into her pussy hole. She moaned. I slid my tongue to her clit and then started. She had just ordered a drink, martini I believe, when she noticed that my attention was elsewhere than her story. The waiter brought her drink... it was then that the magic began.She quietly stirred the martini with the toothpicked olive as I noticed her eyes begin to roam over my body and I thought, "hmmm, what are the chances that..." It was as the thought was forming in my mind that she started to suggestively lick the olive, her other hand slowly stroking the stem on the glass as those dark.