I told her that I had enjoyed it and if nothing happened again I would still be a happy man, at that she replied, “who says it won’t happen again�...�. And placed her hand on my thigh, immediately my cock started to stiffen and she started to rub the head of my cock with her fingers making it harder.I leaned into her and gave her a kiss and put my hand on her inner thigh as I did her legs parted slightly she was wearing those baggy thin trousers that women wear as my hand moved up to the junction. Thodi der mai mujhe uske lun ka ehsas merii gand mai hone laga.. Aur vo dere dere dakke marne laga… Mujhe thoda dard ho rha tha par sath mai maja bhi aane laga tha..Usne ..Usne tej tej dhakke marna suru kar diye.. Maine apna hath apni gand par laga kar dekha to meri gand se khoon nikla hua tha…Usne meri gand ki seal tod di thi.. Usne dakke jari rakhe aur vo meri gand mai hi jhad gya…Vo jab hata to uska lun khoon se bhar gya tha.. Hamne bathroom mai jake ache se saf kiya aur wapis room mai aa. Again, she wouldn't admit it was anything more than a sense of duty.Her most secret thoughts wish she had a client now, in such straights that he needed her anally. Her butt puckered. She immediately pushed the thought away. She instead wished that no one would ever need that. She was her to solve sin, not create it.A couple days later she was sucking cock. It was a guy who was in her about once a month. He was single and was trying to avoid having sex during dates, so he came here. He. I accepted as it wouldhave been the only period in my life where I could experience marriageand the married life of a girl. Never ever could I think ofexperiencing it again. I had to grab this opportunity.That night, mom asked me sleep in a sari as a married girl normallydoes. but she added that most of the girls now a days were afterfollowing the western patterns and wore nighties, skirts, etc evenafter marriage. She said I was more suited as a traditional Indiangirl. I nodded.After I took.