When she said I would do anything for help, I said how about a blow job. She hesitated for about have a second and then reached out and rubbed my dick...through my shorts. I said keep that up and its going to get big. She said I should hope so. Now, please note I always work to please the girl as this is important to me, what sex if you can’t both enjoy. I told her this and she just rubs my dick while she thought about this. So I took the lead and reached over and started to rub here big tits.. ’ Wanda was not in that ‘well lived’ category, she had, pretty much written-off the American dream they tell you about. But she was in a place of contentment. Seven years in her own apartment, she had grown strong in her belief that the picket fence wouldn’t be hers AND that she would be OK without it. Wanda met a guy named Marquis at the gas station where he worked, at the time. He fell in love at first site. She told him that she had problems with men in the past, but that didn’t stop Marquis. Let’s call her Pooja. So boys, grab your dicks and girls, dip your fingers in your pussy and enjoy the story. I will tell the story from Pooja’s perspective.Hello guys, I am Pooja. Let me describe myself to you. I am 27 years old. I have a slim body with fair complexion and long hairs. My figure stats are 32-28-33. I am from a traditional Indian family and so I never had any boyfriends until I was 19. We were a family of 4 – my father, my mother, me and my elder brother who was 2 years older. I told her the first day we got together how much I liked wild and very damn freaky sex, she was all for it, hell she couldn’t wait to see how far we would take it cause she had lead such a sheltered life, well up until she met me that is. Ha ha ha. She was only 16 when we married and after 2 long years of living with her stupid fat ass I saw just how fuckin dumb and extremely gullable she really was and how far she’d actually go to keep me from leaving her fat ass, so I took full fuckin.