Unka jism karib 36 ka hoga,koi bhi unhe dekh le to deewana ho jaye.kisi ka bhi man unhe chodne ko ho jayega.aakhir cheez hi aisi hain wo.pichhle dino,...armi ki chhutiyan pad gayi thi meri.mami ne mujhe apne yaha aane ko kaha,mai bhi ye soch kar aane ko raaji ho gaya ki chalo chuutiyan wahi bitayi jaye.mai apne kapde waigarah pack kar shaam ki train me reservation kara li.maine apna reservation 3rd ac me karwya tha….train me chadhkar mai apne jagah par jakar baith gaya.Abhi train ko chalne me. It always made me smile.Thinking about my wife, I mean, and the way we ... well, the way we started off together.We were maybe a little older than most who meet and then marry for the first time, both of us twenty-seven, differing in chronological age by only a matter of weeks. By then, statistics tell us, most of us have married at least once, and had at least one child; and right smart of that number have divorced, many of those having already entered into second marriages.Not so with us.I. I just wanted him to continue pleasuring himself…and me. I felt like a jumble of electrons ready to explode. I heard him softly groan as I lifted my left leg, arched my foot and pointed my toes toward him. My eyes stayed glued to his hand as he slowly moved it down along the length of his shaft. I wanted to see more.I beckoned him to come closer to the couch. As he stood above me, I looked into his eyes again, reached up and nervously unbuckled his belt. He gently bit his lip while I unzipped. On that day we were outside on the veranda, and she was only half dressed, my prick rubbing on her slip, when her mobile phone rang.The view of my hard one between her legs, her pussy covered just by a little fabric of the tiny underwear, and then having her pulling the slip a little aside, so my hard one could rub over her wet lips, was simply georgeous, especially when she only hesitated a little, but then picked up the phone.I was playing dirty with her, while she talked to her sis - not.