Her slightly plumped tummy enjoyed my tracing fingertips and licks of my tongue. I played with the hair on her mound, occasionally reaching down to st...um her clit. I enjoyed edging the ladies, something few men took the time to do. I stroked her calf up to her thigh as I gently placed her leg on my shoulder, opening her cunt for me. She became undone as I buried my face in her furry cunt. Any remaining decency abandoned her as she squealed dirty words - words no lady, not even a whore should. Do i really look like flower?me: ya of course, if u were to be my wife, i would have showed heaven to u…her: really..:) pchpch..i should have got your kind of husband..me: hey..listen..why not let’s make it work. For outer society, u be his wife and but between us, let us be husband-wife..?her: hmmm..it is all nice to say but difficult to practice..forget it..Saying this she went into bath room to wash my clothes. Oh..I had forgotten to keep my sperm-wet underwear which I used morning for. .... your free hand moves along my body, slapping my outter thigh, playing with my tits, pinching the nipples so that I arch my back into you.... it seems I can't stop moaning and I am becoming desperate... but I wait, knowing you'll give me what I need.... what I deserve moaning I arch up into you again and this time you smile as you slam down on me. I love the feel of your balls as they slap against my ass and you know this... suddenly you pull out of me (leaving me moaning with frustration,. "I just..." I'll take good care of her." So tell me about New York. I've been all over the West Coast, but never even close to the Big Apple," I asked and she was off.Zoe could talk. And talk. And talk.But I enjoyed listening to her. She'd lived in New York all her life before moving here and thought it was an exciting place. When I'd first met her, I hadn't liked her, mostly because she complained so much, but the complaining had died down. I figured it was mostly due to culture shock, and now.