Ek bar mai upper chat par charpai par leta dhoop sek raha tha to wo b AA gai or meri bagal mai let gai dhoop sekne k liye, mai sone ki acting kar raha...tha wo or mera lund khada tha wo jaise he meri bagal mai leti or karvat badal ne lagi to mera lund uski gand mai ja laga or wo mera muh par se mera hath hata kar dekhne lagi to maine pucha kya hua to wo hasne lagi.fir mai daily dopehar ka intzaar karta tha or aise he uski badi gand k maze leta kai bar uske mote mote bade bade boobs b hath ko. Standing behind her he traced both his hands around his waist to her stomach, pausing briefly as he kissed her neck, sweeping his hands up to slip eagerly under the cups of her bra, feeling the warm softness of her heavy breasts between his fingers, finally feeling them skin to skin.Faith let out a soft little moan as she pressed back, her own hands moving to rest on his hips behind her as she felt her panty-clad ass press against his bulge, still torturously trapped in his jeans.With a gasp. Her tiny, yet muscular, butt was the view that wet dreams were made of.Having appreciated the gorgeousness of her backside, I hugged her tight from behind and used my hips to drive the machine. I was kissing her neck and rubbing my nose through her thick black hair. She turned her head to kiss me.It was a feeling of love that was hard to describe then and still is today. We were so close in so many ways, yet were living very separate lives. I don’t know? It was just the most incredible feeling. Then the phone rang."Hello." "Mmmmm.. Hi, Honey." Paula. Is that you? Where are you?" Oohhh yeah..it's your wife, Honey. your hot little wife." What's happening? Where are you? Are you all right", I asked nervously."Unnnnnn. ooohhhhh. OOOhhhhh AAAhhhhhh."I recognized the unmistakable sounds of a woman being fucked.. my wife being fucked. "God.. You're being fucked, aren't you?" UNGGGHHHHHHH.. AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! OOOHHHHHHH!" Where are you? Who's fucking you?".