But whenever we mad love , I used to tell her about my fantasy. She told me that it would always remain a fantasy. Anyway the fantasy became a reality...and coming to my story.I am Sudheer Kumar happily married to my wife vandana jayasree whom I call jaya. I am 33 and she is 28. We have a daughter anu that is in the KG class aged four. We are an average middle class family from Kerala. I work in a government firm. Jaya is a house wife. When we were married I was working in a private firm. It was. They then asked if they could come in. My parents had always told me not to open the door to strangers, but this was the police, so I don't really think they meant them. They sat me down, and then one of the officers sat next to me, and told me they had some bad news. My parents had been involved in a car crash on the way home, and they had both been killed.I sat there feeling numb. They were the only family that I knew of. They had no brothers or sisters, and their parents had died before I. She continued her comedy routine."Okay you are free to go play golf. I can take the rollers out when you get back. Bye." What's that? You don't want to play golf this morning. Why these rollers won't interfere with your game?" What! You think that you golf buddies would give you a hard time. NO! Why would they give you any shit? Just cause your in rollers? If they laugh you let me know and I'll put them in rollers." Did you ever think you would see this? He would rather stay here and model. Stillness.She squeezed up against my chest; I waited for her to finish her motion and our eyes to meet again. It was on.I was going to do everything in my power to get as far out, as far in, as fast as I could. If I had slipped out, I would have probably broken my cock off on the next thrust. The last thing I felt on my balls before they went completely numb from the symphony of slaps was her cum running down them.She was unusually silent except for her breaths, but I knew every time she opened.