My movements are slow, and light. After some time, after she's accepted my hands being on her body, I begin to move higher up her legs. Again, my move...ents are slow and caressing. By this time her husband has repositioned himself, so he can see what I'm doing. This allows the married couple to look into each other's faces, and I'm sure the husband can see in his wife's face the same thing I see -- an anxious, pleading look — the wife silently pleading to her husband to come to her rescue, and. .I have lived my life as a person having several odd sexual experiences and I wanna share my story. When I was in college , I had a friend named Rajesh, and we had a common thing to talk about, and that was porn.At first it was a normal thing, giving porn and taking some. But then soon we started watching porn together. I used to look at it, and he used to pull his pants down and masturbate. He asked to join and the rush was high because we saw ladies doing dirty things. One day I pulled my. I was loving it and I could feel his cock running in and out of my ass like a piston.The bed was also making noises. It was all in the same rhythm – his cock, the creaking of the mattress, my moans and his grunts. Sex was like music. He then pulled out and turned me over.He lifted my legs up and kept them on his shoulders. We had shifted to missionary. He kissed me and entered me at the same time. He fucked me slower and harder. His cock was pressing my prostate a lot more now, sending waves of. Unfortunately, most of the changes were for the worse.My acne was so bad that I looked like a victim of the pox and the dentist had decided that I need to have braces. Compounding the situation was that fact that, while my father and mother tried, we still barely made ends meet. So, when I had started to sprout out in all the right places quite suddenly to the extent that I needed a new wardrobe, things just got worse. I found myself having to decide choose between three options: trying to wear.