It did not sound anything like a train whistle or a car horn or a baby crying. It was a swishing whoosh that could pop eardrums with the pressure. It ...idn’t sound like a orange in a fruit basket or a dog barking at a squirrel. It was a sucking pop with a whooshy “s” sounding resonance followed by a popping thunking. It didn’t sound like a brass band playing “76 Trombones”, or a sewing machine stitching a pair of khaki trousers that were too big for an excited practitioner of sartorial. Her nails had chippedpolish on them. She had a dozen or so bangles on each hand. She had hunga small purse on her left shoulder. She started a conversation with me.Sukanya: So where are you going?Me: I did not answer, just shook my headSukanya: Tell me, I won't bite youMe: I am going home from collegeSukanya: I have seen you before, do you live in tilak nagar?Me: Yes, I live there only. I have seen you all before tooSukanya: Oh reallyMe: Yeah, you talked to me before tooSukanya: Oh, what did I. ..yeah, choke me with this big black dick....unghhh...mmmmm....damn I can't get it all in my mouth baby....so fuckin big and black. I wish you weren't driving honey so you could hold this dick up for me while I try and get it in my pussy."Her moans are filled with frustration and desperation as she tries to impale herself with his fat dick. I hear her craving need expressed in her voice and I know she is driven to have him inside her pussy, my wife's pussy. I hear a loud slap on her ass and. Caressing her breasts with my mouth, I knew what I wanted to do. I had stripped her naked, and began kissing down her body; starting with a nibble on her ear, guiding my mouth wetly down her neck. I nibbled her collarbone lightly, before gently nuzzling her utterly fabulous tits, licking slowly around her nipples, all the time gently rubbing my pussy on hers, our wetness mingling. I knelt down in between her slim legs, which instinctively wrapped themselves around my head, savouring the smell.