Still, he was smart, and he was strong. I wasn't really worried abouthim. "I was doing a bit of research earlier. Did you know that you and Sam canget...married with parental approval?" I looked down at my wedding ring. Ifelt like telling her that Sam and I were already married. Part of mefound the idea attractive. Would Sam marry me for real? Hell, I'm onlyfourteen! I felt like screaming. Would he and I wind up like our ownparents in another twenty years? Hell, in less than that time I'd havetwo. But it turns out that little baggage Kitty Marston is riddled with the clap, and she gave it to me, the trollop. My doctors told me it was a particularly nasty strain, and the only way to stop it spreading was amputation. But I had this made instead, and I think it’s almost an improvement.”He pushed a button on the strap, and the phallus began to throb and vibrate in a thoroughly alarming manner. It reared up from a 45-degree angle to almost vertical, a few small puffs of steam emerging from. The initial 6 months flew by like a honeymoon period with lots of love and yes lots of sex. But then got the monotony and work.My husband loves me a lot and is superb in bed but I was always lot kinky and needed attention from my college days. (6 months back)This was when my best friend from college, Akriti who had now married and shifted to Singapore came to India for a wedding. It was our friend Aditi’s wedding. I was invited to the same wedding and my husband due to his busy schedule did not. The feel of his cock in my hand and his hand rubbing my clit was building me up and I soon felt a well known tingle in my belly…Suddenly the guy pulled my thong aside and ran his naughty fingers up and down my exposed, nice trimmed cunt. Slipping his fingers between my wet pussy lips, he spread my juices around the opening of my cunt. He looked to be trying to tease me by touching me a bit at a time, but I was far beyond that. Then I grabbed his hand and roughly pulled it into my crotch. He.