Woods, we may only have been married for 30 minutes, but I know that nothing you do is by accident. What are you scheming?" I had to give her a little...kiss after I said this because she looked so innocent and sweet and because I liked calling her Mrs. Woods."Nothing. Really. You didn't have anyone to invite except for your mother and your sister and her husband, so I just wanted to have a few more people on your side." She batted her eyes as she spoke, and she almost had me convinced, but just. As they talked further it was discovered that Robert had been married but was now divorced and Shirley was married but unhappily so.Robert was thinking that there certainly seemed to be a mutual attraction but he was a bit reluctant to press things in case he was misreading the situation.They had not yet said anything directly about the events from forty years previously but Shirley, at last, said, "That caning fucking hurt."Just hearing this attractive woman use the word 'fucking' seemed very. It was intense with a groan that seemed to emerge from her very being. I was very happy with that so I withdrew my still fully functional dick and kissed my way down her body staying at her tits and at her pussy for only a brief period then kissed my way back up. Again my cock slid right into her pussy as I kissed her lips. It was then that she realized I had not cum and I was going to fuck her again. The sound she made was like a happy surprise sigh. As I kissed every bit of her face and neck. I’m Sarfaraz Khan back with the next part of my series ‘Village Days’. I’m happy with the many emails from both male and female readers giving me their honest reviews after each story. I love you all and would love to hear more from each one of you.Briefly about me, I’m a 23-year-old male from a South Indian city. Those who haven’t read my previous submissions are urged to read them once, you’ll enjoy it. So coming to the storyChapter 3: Bindu my cock slut It was the same day I and Sid had.