He introduced himselfas qazi of a local mosque and I found Salman was on the other end.Salman shouted on me for not stopping to work and shouted "tala..." threetimes. I felt the ground shift under me. I was now a divorced woman. Iran to his mother and complained. I begged her to ask Salman to take itback. I noticed the father grinning as if he knew it was going tohappen. I frantically called Salman and Reena but they didn't reply.Mother was the only hope for me.After a few days I got a call from. So I asked my senior for his car, he was the only friendly senior so he lent me his car, Ford Fiesta. I took her to the PK movie.She knew Hindi but for me, she chose the screen with subtitles. The movie was really great, but my stakes at the movie were much higher. I would often turn to see her to get that lip lock moment, but she was too into the movie. I should have taken her to a boring movie. After the interval, I covered the armrest with my hand, almost dejected.Her hand was above my hand. Well, 'nothing ventured, nothing gained,' I think to myself. I sway my hips as I strut back to the magazine rack. On the way, I pass the sex toy section. Knowing I'm watched, I stop and admire an enormous dildo for a moment.At the magazine rack, I see the 'Digest' but ignore it for now. Keeping my legs straight, I bend down to look at the bottom shelf. That's where the gay men's magazines are lined up. I select one with a lurid cover photo of a nearly nude bodybuilder, flexing his huge bicep.. " she said. I obeyed, crouching to pull the scant blue material to her ankles. She stepped out of them and bent forward, her arms leaning on the bench, her legs spread. "Lick it." she whispered. I did. The warm, wetness of her pussy tasted amazing. I slid a finger inside as I slurped at her pussy and flicked my tongue over her arse hole. Her juices were dripping, and I stood, planted to the head of my cock at her entrance and paused. "Yes," she whispered, "do it!"I pushed my whole length into.