I call this episode in our life the pudding war.I had been working on a project that had kept me busy for almost two months. Erin, now with a few extr... pounds, and a few wrinkles and still so sexy it hurts to look at her, put up with it. I would come home and she would make me some dinner. I had to study graphs and work orders, make out time invoices, Erin was the one that suffered and our love life.Erin doesn't let things out, she lets them build, until we have a huge fight, or something else. She moaned, feeling her long, pink nipples throbbing against the centers of her palms. She pressed her tits together, creating a deep valley between them. She moaned again, feeling her clit swelling more. She could feel more juice seeping into her pussy and she trembled, savoring the anticipation of the dog-fuck she knew was going to happen soon.She released her tits and slid her hands eagerly down her tummy toward her crotch. She stroked her cunt-lips several times, feeling her fingertips. All that was fine, I reached morning in Chennai by Chennai-bangalore mail, went to friend room, after keeping luggage and bath, by 10 I reached bus stand.I already mailed my photo 2her so that she can easily find me. Though was late 25 minutes finally she came, in a blue skin tight jean and a light kurtha with a duppatta (well, matching front open bra and panty with no shimmees inside, all that we decided long befor for convenience in theatre :P).She immediately recognized me, we both get into. ”He replied immediately, “You are welcome. By the way you look especially sexy today in those white leggings. I can see all your curves perfectly.”A conversation followed:Me: Thank you. But your assault has woken up my pussy, which is now craving..Rohit: Craving for what?Me: You know it. Do not act obtuse.Rohit: Tell me what you want and you will have it.Me: Don’t make me feel embarrassed.Rohit: There should be no embarrassment while sharing my bed, my dear. Tell me what you want.Me: I don’t.