Khaas kar jab mai uski gaand chaatata hu to use signal mil jata hai ki aaj to mai uski gaand maar kar hi rahunga.Puja bhi kabhi kabhi apne aap hi mera...lund pakad kar apni gaand me ghuswa leti thi. Waakai me meri wife ki gaand marne ka man har dekhane wale ka karta hoga. Puja ko bhi mera lund chusne me kaafi maja ata tha. Kai baar wo apni marzi se ekdam nangi hokar bistar me aa jati thi aur mera lund chusne lagati. Hum sex me har tarika apnate hame isme kaafi majaa ata. Net per porn bhi. She could only nod dumbly as he stood before her, his dick shiny with the evidence of her orgasms. ‘Good. Time for you to repay the favour. Open wide.’ She wanted to protest. She didn’t like giving head. She had done it for a couple of boyfriends in the past, but she had always found it unpleasant. Now Dan expected her give him a blow-job when his prick was literally dripping with her pussy’s lubrication. That was a new combination of humiliating and disgusting. And yet? maybe she. Only thing on my mind from last few days was Kim and I was ready to do anything to be with her. I was successful in convincing her that I was not looking for a long-term relationship either and was interested only in some fun. From our conversations over the emails, Kim had an idea that I was not those one-night stand types and that was the reason it took some effort to convince her.We decided to make a move and left the bar. Since I had few beers and was not going to drive back home. Iwarned him that we would be caught out but he told me not to worry and tomeet him lunch-time. We met at the school entrance at lunch-time and wewalked down the road to the shops. On a couple of occasions he tried tohold my hand but I would have nothing of it. He suggested it would beeasier for us if I wore girl's clothes so that we could act like love-birds in the open. The buzz started to come back. The next available opportunity we had was the following Wednesdayafternoon which was a sports.