Maine b himmat karke bol diya apka touch bahot achha laga.. Itne wo thodi undar ayi aur boli are yar tum sharmate bahot ho … Bus itna bolte hi maine...darwaza band kar diya aur use kaskar pakada chumne laga chumte chatate.. Hum jald hi nange ho gaye … Mere 8 inch ka lamba lund dekgaur wo bahot khush ho gayi aur usry dhire dhire sahlane lagiFir apni jeebh bahar nikaljar usey chatni aur chusne lagu sahi wo exeperience mai kabi nahi bhul paunga.. Usne mere lund ko itne pyar chusa ki pycho mat badle. It’s just been so long. I feel like a virgin. Ohh! Do me, do me good!”I started thrusting in and out as she kept moaning and telling me to go harder. I set up a nice rhythm thrusting faster and slightly harder. Just like with my fingers, she began squirming and splaying her legs. This time, though, she ended up with her legs wrapped around my butt and moving to get me even deeper in her wonderfully tight, spasming little pussy. Again, she began crying out in ecstasy and cumming almost. I couldn't help myself - I blurted out my fantasy to her and asked if she might be interested in helping me make it come true. She freaked out; it seems like her first husband had really wanted to try swinging and swapping, and she hadn't been into it. He kept pushing her to try these things "to make him happy", he said - but she kept refusing. Finally, he just struck out on his own - ending up screwing around with a good friend of hers. She let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted. Startled, my arm twitched knocking over the glass of milk that I was just about to pick up and spilling milk all over. "Shit," I cried. I quickly stood up upon the bottom rung of the bar stool in order to grab some napkins from the center of the island. I frantically started to mop up the milk as it was running on a direct course for my lap. I manage to stop the flood just before it ran off the table."Dam!" the voice behind me called out again.I froze still hovering over the counter, having.