She moaned softly when his fingertips touched her bare pussy.“This married slut is going to be such an easy fuck!” He thought as two fingers separ...ted her pussy lips. Her hand went to the crotch of his jeans, and she moaned again at the obvious bulge. She surprised Rod by beginning to pull down his zipper.She groaned again as his tongue searched her mouth and her hand found the hardness of his cock. “Don’t be shy, Eric. I love more than one man touching me,” she smiled at him, and his hand. As I said, this has been going on for years, in between relationships for both of us. To be honest, I’m not even sure why I keep going back. I don’t know, I guess I kind of like him. Not in the fancy way, but in a weird way, he’s not such an arsehole. I kind of just tolerate him though. He’s more of a tease than anything. The last time I was there he drove me to the point of going mad, I mean absolutely fucking postal. He invited me over and told me he’d behave, I foolishly trusted him. After. Maami nein kaha ki tum yaha kya ker rahe ho .maine kaha ki kuch nahi maine aap dono ko bachain dekha to main aapna lund leker haajir ho gaya mami naein kaha nahi yeh galat hai manie kaha abhi jo tum ker rahi wo shahi tha kaya maine kaha mai yeh baat faila doonga tub mami nein kaha ki tum kya chahte ho maine kaha aap dono ko chodhna tub mami taiyaar ho gayi aur mausi bhi.maine kaha aaj mai aap loga ko dusre tarike se chodhunga mami nein pucha wo kaise .maine kaha ki mausi aap mera lund chusiye. This worked for her through school and its hormonal adolescent males, and college with its sex starved students and professors. It did not get her father’s attention, but who needed that? But now, all the mewls and pleas issuing from her gagged lips got her exactly nowhere. She was clad in her inevitable high heels, with legs wide apart. Her arms were lifted high above her head, strapped palm to elbow. Wicked black clips attached to wires were clamped to the tender undersides of her breasts,.