He declined with that sweet smile saying, ‘That’s not necessary. I’ll remember it.’ We’ve been out about a half-dozen times now. The first e...perience was amazing. We did the usual dinner and movie combo. He was such a gentleman the whole night. It wasn’t just him opening doors and offering me his coat when a cold wind blew through the movie theater plaza. He doted on me, seemed to hang on my every word. I felt like I was the only girl in the whole world! I hardly knew him, but I already wanted. I’m not sure how long it was before my existence was acknowledged; seconds seem to stretch into eternity when you’re in situations like this. After some time my wife removed the top from the sugar and gently laid it on the serving tray. She removed a spoon from the serving tray and added sugar to her coffee. All of the motions seemed to take forever. The gentle tinkle against the side of the cup as the coffee was stirred. My wife returned her spoon to the serving tray. This is pure agony!. And you want it to blow on your chest. You want me to cum on your chest so bad—you want to feel the contrast of my warm, salty semen on your cold, smooth chest.“You want me to coat your breasts with my seed. You want to feel me cum on your tits, paint them, mark you as my property. You’re so turned on by the idea—it’s the sexiest, most erotic idea that you’ve ever had.“You start talking dirty to me, telling me how much you want me to blow my load on your breasts, how wrong and sexy it would be.. He used to sit in the chair with his lungi folded in the middle and I used to sit on the mat before him. Whenever he spread his legs I was feasted by the sight of his hairy thighs which were is white colour and a huge bulge in between the thighs hidden in the confines of underwear tightly. My mouth watered to suck his balls and penis. He observed where my eyes were fixed and used to tease me by pressing his hand on his underwear or just adjusting his lungi in a way so that I can have a better.