My world collapsed that night. He walked in completely dressed, wondered what I was doing and told me I needed professional help. I cried for days and...buried my sexuality for years after. Between the experience with my first husband, and now John’s rejection of my sexuality, I got the message that maybe the men in my life were right. I was oversexed, or worse, had a deep seeded problem.“Over the next twenty years, I ignored my lust for big juicy cock and simply became a passive receptacle for. ” She started slithering her way down Doris’s body, kissing, licking and nibbling every piece of skin she could reach on her journey down Doris’s body toward her center. I was only a second behind her and by silent agreement, we both passed by her pussy and started kissing and nuzzling her legs to turn her on even more.We parted her thighs and both realized that we needn’t have bothered. Her pussy was bright red, as if we’d spent half the morning spanking it with a belt instead of sucking milk. Also children would go to school and from there for tuitions. I could see she was missing physical enjoyment also. Over time our talk’s wud veer around sex and one day I accidentally touched her waist. THAT WAS IT YAAR!!….I asked a friend for his house key and took her there. Her figure must be 36-30-38…I am not too sure. She was wearing a saree. The striking feature of her blouse was that it was of satin material and it clung to her body like second skin. She was wearing high heels. I love to. Ant time came, we had food and went to sleep, this night she sleep on my bed, she was wearing blue gown(gown is really good ,you don’t need to remove any thing,just pull it up, and start), it was 10:30 pm, without wasting time I grab her in my arms, and started kissing,and pressing her boobs, anyhow want to fuck her pussy, as early as possible, before she tried to ascep again,with fear that her Husband will comes to know about it, so immediately I pulled her gown and petticoat up and put my.