.Koi bhi girl,aunty,housewife from satara ya sangli ki mujhse sex karna chahti hai vo mujhe is id pr mail kar sakti hai Ab jyada bore na karte hue mai...story par aata hu ye mere or mer chachi ke bare me hai vo meri asli chachi nahi hai hamare ghar me kiraye pr rahti hai meri chachi ka manisha hai unka figure (34 28 36) hai aur vo ek housewife hai aur unke husband ek business man hai vo aksar subah 10 baje ghar se jate aur rat ko der se aate the aur unki koi aulad bhi nahi haiYe story 1 saal. I’d needed all of about two or three minutes to explode. Gwen looked at me and my eyes locked with hers. I began to open my mouth to express my fear and concern, but she smiled and said, “Just let it happen, trust me.” She masturbated me and made me explode on her slender fingers. My own hands shot up and stopped, midair, above my shoulders, until…BAM! The first wave of orgasmic convulsions shot through my body and took me to ecstasy. Then another larger wave shot through my body and. She stood in front of me with cum dripping from her mouth. Then she started stroking my cock till it was erect again. She squeezed it in between her breasts and stroked it again but this time before I could cum, I got up caught hold of her and tied her arms to the railings of the bed with nylon ropes available nearby. Then I took off her skirt and then her panties and tied her legs wide open to the railings. I knelt down and started sucking her pussie she couldn’t even move and she moaned real. She was feeling better about the evening and early morning infidelity with Marc, convincing herself that it was just a random event that she would never let happen again. She admitted to herself a strong attraction to Marc, to his body, and to the extraordinary sex they had had. But she was convinced that she could avoid a repeat. When she first spotted the pronounced hickies Marc had left on her body a wave of anxiety griped her, but then she realized that by the end of the week when Matt got.