This is my second sex story and thanks for the response for my first story. I hope you will also like this and send some feedbacks. Those who have not...read my first story here is the title for the first story Ramya aunty tho dengulata.While coming to the story as you all know that I am so horny but have not done sex up to recently so all thanks to my lovely sex bomb Ramya I cannot forget her boobs and her juicy pussy. I liked her pussy more than boobs because her pussy is soo good like she has. I kept rubbing and sucked harder as she dropped all concern about me to concentrate on her pleasure. Minutes later it came. What seemed minutes after that it passed.I stared incredulously as this petite body shook in wave after violent wave of orgasm. When she pushed me away, I was quite ready to stop. I held her as her breasts shook enticingly with each gasp for air. Finally she recovered enough to sit straight."You are good," she said. "Slow but good." She looked down in my lap where my. Our eyes met. She started to shiver.I took the glass from her and placed it back on the table. Then I stood up and held her other hand. I kissed on her lips. She did not respond. She loosened my grip and I broke the kiss.She stepped out and turned away.She: This is wrong, I am married.Me: Pallavi, I know you enjoyed it inside the bus and you want more now.She: That’s not true. I cannot do this with another person than my husband.I took her mangalsutra and came behind her. I turned her and put. The only sound was a barely discernable hum from the little video camera, another five minutes passed, and still nothing. “Sir?” and then more urgently; “Sir? Where have You gone? I am getting thirsty now as well Sir…” With an explosion of movement but no sound to announce it a tongue - presumably Cayetana’s - started lapping at Her nether lips just as something hard butted at Her anal pucker and two arms - logically his - reached around to fondle Her breasts. His voice in Her ear was.