Dosto mujhe married aurto ko saja kar chodne me bahut maja aata hai bina kapro me. Jab unke maang me sindur ho, gale me mangalsutra ho, hathon me kang...n ho, pairo me payal ho. Naak me woh nath pehni ho. Balo me gajra ho.Lekin jism par ek bhi kapra na ho. Aise me unko apne niche masalne me bahut maja aata hai. Ek alag ehsas milega try karna.Sarika white nighty me gehno se saji khari thi khirki ke pass. Mai sirf towel lapete tha. Mai usske pass gaya aur use pichhe se pakar kar apne se chipka. "Please, Ms. Thompson, call me Xavier." I said stupidly. "As you wish. But call me Cindy. We should be friends in this workplace. The boss said for us to get acquainted right? Lets go for some coffee after work." she offered. "I don't drink coffee, I'm afraid. How about a beer?" I asked. She nodded. After work I called the wife with my cellphone saying that I had some extra work to take care of. Most of the time this was true so my wife didn't question it. I left with Cindy. The second, more insistent warning.Panting with lust, I turned my head back towardFrancis. The bad boy met my lips with his as hedropped his right hand around my pantied pricklet.Rubbing, kissing.I squealed, then spurted glob after girlish glob intomy overchallenged dainties. Gasping. Drowning withecstasy. For the first, real time in my life -- anorgasm with another person. Then, to make things evenbetter, Francis squealed and began to fill his ownpanties with his hot, sticky cream. Moistening. The wonderful symmetry, how could he feel unbalanced? His hands are full, but he hasn't moved them yet. He has been touched, he hasn't himself touched.“Which one do you think will cum more?”He doesn't have the slightest clue. He can't even really think about it. “Stop it with your questions he feels like saying” but instead, he simply answers again: “I don't know.” They feel different. The smooth balls hang more, are softer, whereas the hairier ones are tighter. No one is touching him. His.