Once my denim jean shorts were unzipped he slipped his hand inside them and his fingers reached down to explore my, by now, damp panties. At first jus... slowly stroking my wet pussy through the silky fabric of my panties. Then gradually getting rougher and rougher as his fingers seemed to be trying to penetrate the lips of my pussy through the thin damp pantie. While one hand continued to probe and explore my wet cunt the began to tug the denim shorts down off my hips. Soon I was standing there. Then as I put more pressure on his butt with my tongue I strengthened my grip around his cock and moved my wet hand over the head and then back down to the base. I repeated this again and again, getting faster and faster as my tongue gently pushed in and out of him at the same rhythm. I loved the feeling of being in control like this, dominating him and making him come. And it didn’t take him long to do just that – I continued my hand job but replaced my tongue with the small wet finger of my. Two years. Two years she had been the light of hislife, prospects of settling together, marriage and family now tiltedinto the wastebasket of his life. Evenings in Eden now ended. Nightsof careless abandon, abandoned. But that was his curse, that there wasnever abandon, and never was he free of care. Maybe she had wanted hischildren, but never all of his children, nor his image of the perfectfamily. Had he really tried to mould her, to make her the mother thathe thought she should be,. My hubby used to fuck me at night and my servant used to press my boobs and ass whenever he gets chance.Raju was not getting chance to fuck me. One day in the morning when I opened the door, Raju greeted me and said that Gita is sick, and will not come to work. When I turned to return to bedroom, Raju came from behind and pulled my pant down. I was not wearing anything. My white and round ass was visible to him. I was just pulling my pant back when he grabbed my ass tightly. I said him that his.