Kakimao kom jay na.boyosh 38/39.maigulo bishal daber moto ar ekhono tite.mota komorer sathe bishal lodlode pacha je kono cheler dhon khara kore debe.T... shedin ratribela taratari khaoa daoa kore shue poqlam.kakimader duti ghor e chilo.poli ar ami ektatet ar kaku-kakima o ghore shulo.kichukhoner moddh ami ar poli ghumiye porlam.ratri bela peshab pele uthe dekhi bagan barite alo jolche.(kakimader baganeo 1ta ghor chilo).ekdiker janalar majhe 1ta boro fak.koutohol metabar jonno kache giye dekhi. Now, let me tell you that even though I came from a family that was truly a bunch of rednecks and despised black people for no apparent reason, I didn’t feel the same way. In fact, I’ll have to admit that on more than a few occasions I have played with myself and have thought of a big black cock sliding deep inside of me. But I was so dedicated to my marriage that I left these feelings to my innermost thoughts and shunned them from my real life. Not, because of any racial prejudices. The subject of my fantasies is standing before me. The sight of him never ceases to take my breath away. The anticipation of what may happen is at an all-time high today... that this might finally be our chance. He pulls me through the door, letting it shut behind us. We embrace and kiss, our tongues exploring, plunging, tasting. There isn’t much time. I can feel his hardness pressed against me. I reach out to touch it, to feel it through the rough denim of his jeans. I’ve waited for this. My god Moni he said what about Marc he is in the house and well you are married. Its OK Al he asleep by now as I undid my skirt snap and zip and slid my skirt off. My god you are so beautiful Moni. I moved closer and told him to pull my panties down, he nervously moved his hands to my hips and tugged them down staring ahead at my exposed pussy. Stand up I told him as I got on my knees to undo his shorts and took them off and his boxers. Well Al it seems you have been leaving women.