I never really understood that. Was it a put-on to make it easy on me or was she not as keen on sex as I thought? If I’m in a cynical mood, which ha...pens sometimes, I tend to imagine it was a plot to make me believe that I used to be the hottest stud ever and no one else would be as good. Yeah, yeah, believe that bullshit if you like, but there’s no way I’m that good now.What did she have to lose? I was still going to love her and I always thought I'd get a vicarious thrill from watching or at. Mujhe bas saari raat unse chudhne ki ichcha ho rahi thi, par meri jism meri sath chor rahi thi.Main: Mmmmm! Mmmm! Papa!Unke lund ke zalim chudayi par meri choot akhirkaar haar maan gayi. Main dabi siskariyo ke sath jhad padi. Par woh naa hi mujhe sune aur naa hi woh ruke. Woh bas mujhe chodte hi chale gaye.Meri jhadti aur sunn padti choot mein woh apne lund ko aur zor se marte gaye. Mujhse aage hui nahi. Main kisi machli ke tarah chatpatati hui unke lund ko khudse alag kar apne hatho se apni. My fingers dug intohis shoulders as I inhaled long and deep on mycigarette, reveling in the feel of that first long firmthrust as I arched my hips towards his. I moaned softly with pleasure as the pace of histhrusts increased and I lit another cigarette from theremains of the spent one. There was still no kissing,but we felt so close just gazing into each other’seyes. The heels of my boots dug into the bed when theyweren’t wrapped around his waist. I loved the feelingof him through. I quickly moved away from the scene and tapped the door from the entrance of the house.She came out stilling wearing the sari and told me to sit and will be ready in a minute. Then we left for the movie. She sat far away from me on the bike. I was still thinking of the scene I had seen. I was hot and I wished she hugged me and kissed me. But that was not the case. I was expecting a lot inside the theatre, but was disappointed, since she was busy watching the movie and never bothered to touch my.