The journey from the station to the house was one of the longest of my life.When we got in and locked the place, I immediately hugged her. Two seconds...later, my lips were on her. Guys, I cannot describe the feeling. It must have been what nectar felt like to a man dying of thirst. Honestly, that remains a perfect 10 kiss that I have been unable to match in all the years.My hands were groping and roving all over her body but I just couldn’t stop myself or pay any attention. My mind had gone numb. She triple pumped her cigarette and spat on her hand and started to wank this black cock while staring at it.I was turned on at my quiet slag wife but also felt sick that she could do this to me after saying she wouldn't. Maybe it was my fault for nagging her for years to take another cock. My head was all over the place.I was hoping that she would just give him a handjob and make him come and then go home.She was smoking like a trooper, flicking the butt on the floor and lighting another with. The next day Rizwana came with her elder sister and both prepared the food for us and left. From then Rizwana was preparing food in the evening for us and Rucksana cleans the home, clothes as well as kitchen utensils. Let me tell about Rizwana, she is 22Yrs, 5’3″ tall, fair and slim Muslim lady having one kid. She is very fond of bangla movie songs. Whenever she come to drawing hall she watches the TV as we use to see some Hindi movie or movie songs in the evening. One day she asked us to play. I moved quickly down to her lips and take them in this moment of passion. My fingers worked furiously on the jeans trapping her womanhood. She purred into my mouth, adjusting her hips to slide the jeans away from her body. I broke the embrace, pulling her jeans down and off of her, then running my hands from her ankles her smooth legs, tanned from the sun, toned from years of running in the mountain air, up her wonderful thighs to her perfect hips. She swayed them gently underneath my.