Next week I went to Mary husband funeral and saw Mary in the church yard and waited till every one had moved away and went upto her and asked if...she was being a WHORE and asked if she was wearing what i bought her ,she open her jacket and she had 1/4 bra and black see through blouse but i noticed her rings in her nipples were bigger she smiled and said she got them as payment for service ,I asked what she meant she smiled and touch my cock in my trousers and said time for. My... Fucking... God...!!!" He said. We both laughed at his expression. "I definitely want you playing with each other now!" I shook my head, but suddenly she had reached out and her small manicured hand had grabbed my dick hard and had begun to yank. I looked into her upturned face in shock and then she was kissing me hard, her tongue probing my mouth. After a moments hesitation I was kissing her back, then my hand was traveling down her body to reach for that hot, scenting pussy. She was so. No one had ever said something like that about my cunt. My pussy was my “money-spinner,” because men paid me to allow them to stick their cocks into it. I loved it that he called my cunt “her.” How can I be proud of my slit? He was different. His eyes never held a moment of possessiveness or lust, just wonder. I had a difficult time making sense of what his face revealed to me.My hand involuntary moved downwards to cover my shame. What the fuck was happening to me? Was I suddenly ashamed of the. ” Kshitiz said.“Well you said you only know one way to make love so just do it. I won’t know my part the way your wife did, but if you tell me what to do I’ll do my best to do it.” I said.Kshitiz slowly walked over to where I was standing, I must say that I was a little nervous because I wasn’t sure what to expect.Now most of the men I’ve been with have kissed me but it was usually forceful, almost angry, but when Kshitiz kissed me, it was tender and loving as I would expect a man like him to.