This guy was at least mildly depressed, and I wanted to tell him to exercise, lose weight, trim the comb over and get interested in something outside ...ourself. I would have walked out on him immediately, but he seemed to expect that. I couldn't deliver the blow to his ego like the naked neck of a martyr to the ax. My Southern cousins would describe his general demeanor as a “hangdog air.” Into the second glass of wine and glancing longingly at the exit, I wanted to hang that dog myself when he. She turned back to me "Why can't I get you hard?" Maybe because I don't want it." I pointed out in a pissed tone. "You can't just start sucking on a cock and expect it to get hard if the guy isn't willing. I'm not sure what sort of porn you've been looking at but it doesn't work that way." You don't want me?" She asked, turning back around completely. "Why?" Listen. I'm a HAPPILY married man. My wife is a VERY jealous person. What do you think she'd do if she found you screwing me?" I asked.. Seconds later I felt my shoes, socks, and pants were pulled from my body. It was teamwork with Sheena occupying me while Bianca tore my clothes away. Finally, Sheena released me and pulled my shirt over my head. I knew I wouldn’t have to do a thing with their clothes—they helped each other and in less than a minute we were naked together—rolling around the bed and loving the skin-on-skin experience. We rolled and rubbed for almost ten minutes before they stopped, looked at each other and. Mr. Shah continued licking her cunt with his tongue, inducing that maddening effect in her. And the effect was getting unbearable for Sowmya, her entire body was shaking in excitement, she threw her legs and wanted to come hard. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh… Ohhhhhhhhhhh… yeaaahhhhhhhhhhh… Ohhhhh” she started moaning like a slut, but Mr. Shah continued teasing her cunt.”Ohhhhh Goddddddd… I will cummmmmmmmmmmmmm” she whispered in a trembling voice.Mr. Shah smiled, he was proud seeing her like that. He stopped.