"He shrugged and began to thrust in and out of her. She reached down and rubbed her clit as he picked up speed. I could tell he was hitting the right ...pot. He toes were curled and she was cursing a lot. Whenever she's really gets going she tends to curse, "Fuck me", "Give me that shit", "Hit it harder, harder fuck me like a bitch" and a lot more you'd dream of hearing your wife say. If there's one thing my wife is really good at it's dirty talk. Well in all honesty, she's pretty good at. I love making new friends.This is a true incident that completely changed my life. I am from a nuclear family where I live with my mom and dad. My dad is a Senior Manager in a Tata and he is in the sales department. My mom is a house wife. As I am the only child as a result I was brought up in a very luxurious way. My mother sujata, whitish in complex is a 48 year old good looking woman with all curves which are specially found in Bengali women. I used to share every day to day small event with. 5 by 1.6 metres). It was covered in leaves and so blended into the forest that one could indeed walk past it by a dozen feet or so (3.7 metres) and never know. The roof was covered in overlapping leaves and... “Are those grocery bags?” Ted asked. “Plastic grocery bags?”“Yeah,” the boy answered. “It’s to make the roof waterproof.”“Do they work? We had a downpour two nights ago.”The little girl nodded. “It didn’t leak. But the ground was wet, so some got on us.”The grown man looked at the hut. He ordered three glasses of a black label scotch whiskey from room service as the whiskey came he poured into the glasses but Rittu as a dutifully housewife said she won’t have the whiskey but when I persisted that it was for my friend she agreed.She had one glass of scotch she was liking the hotel room as she had never been to a five star hotel. Inderjit had put on some music and was also staring my wife. He had put another peg for Rittu and she took it from his hands hands now he was sitting.