It was still thick and creamy looking and the scent was overwhelming. Yes, this is what a real man smells like.“You have to do it honey”, she said...with laughter in her voice. “You have to or I’ll feel like you don’t approve. I’ll feel like I cheated on you and you don’t want me to feel bad do you? Well do you honey?”She said all of this without ever looking at me. Like I didn’t even matter. Like the decision was already made. I should have shouted at her. I should have stormed over to Brad and. After vacuuming the whole house, she went into the kitchen. Till that day, I hadn’t seen the domestic help in my house (let alone speak to her). I was thinking about offering her money in exchange for sex. Then she asked:Suman: Saab, I can sit with you for 5000.Debu: Let me see if I have cash in the house.Suman: No problem, just give it to me tomorrow.I looked at her body. She was a bit shorter and fairer than my wife (34-26-36 and 5’5”) but otherwise petite like Priya. The loose end of her. . to make love to her ... to fuck her.That's just what he was doing. He was fucking her. And it felt wonderful. She knew it was a dream. It had to be. But it was the best dream she had ever had. It couldn't last ... she was aware of that, but she didn't care. Molly felt more alive than she had in twenty years. She felt sexy and desirable. It seemed that for the first time in a long, long time, her passions would be satisfied by this mystery man and his long, hard cock.Molly thought the fantasy. Briefly, I can trace my relations with him since my teens. One night, I had gone off to sleep when we were both staying in a hostel, after torrential sex talk over a hot cup of tea late in the night. At the stroke of midnight, I could feel him mount me on my back and gently but firmly pressed his dick on my buttocks. As I continued to pretend to be sleeping, he kissed and licked my earlobes and pressed his lips on my neck and nape, even as he pressed his hard dick, unloading himself on me,.