She looked at the clock andsaw there were still hours before her son got home fromschool. Christy put on a pair of bikini panties and oldT-shirt, befo...e brushing her hair and walking over toher computer. She did the same old normal thing; checking e-mails,she had some old school friends she enjoyed keeping intouch with and talking about their boring normal lives.As usual there was a bunch of junk mail. Christy was so bored; she read and deleted away, thenthere was a spam for a web cam chat. Woh aah bhar rahi thi fir maine uske kurte ko kandhe se thoda neeche kiya or kandhe par chumne laga. Ab mera ek haath uski chuchi par tha maine dheere se use dabaya toh neeta k muhh se zor ki siskaari nikali who machal kar reh gayi fir maine apne dono hathon se uski chuchiyaan pakad li or zor zor se dabane laga who aahein bharti jaati or main zor zor se unhe masalta jaata jab usse control nahi hua toh who meri taraf ghum gayi or mere hoton ko apne hoton se chusne lagi maine use apni baanho mein. He had surmised that she had had a comfortable upbringing and was therefore not that surprised that she had been able to afford to give him dinner this evening. After all librarians were not on minimum wages and as the head librarian of a library like Pitsbury's she must be earning quite a reasonable sum. It must have been her choice to live like a semi-recluse. He could only conjecture at childhood abuse, rape, some religious oddity, a criminal past ... He shrugged mentally. He would find out. Until that day, only I had the rights to explore that hole. But from now on, a new rock hard dick was going to penetrate her.My wife turned her face towards me one last time and I saw tears fall from her eyes. I smiled and nodded in acceptance and Krish gave a slight push and kept pushing until it was totally in. My wife was screaming in pain because even though it was only 6 inches, it was very thick. Her eyes were popping out and she was screaming and asking him to stop at the top of her.