’ If I would have words for the sensation. Perhaps we need so much sex because we can’t really describe it. ‘Two,’ he continues, ‘one, don....’ I groan in reply. ‘I’m in the tunnel of pleasure,’ he waxes, and there’s’ a brilliant light at the end of it.’ I’m still hurting, but something in me wants him to stay. ‘Gently,’ I say again. He’s going in reverse, slowly withdrawing his dick by some inches. Another gentle thrust. Back and forth, slowly, as my pain transforms into lust. I’m full of. Meanwhile she started unbuttoning his shirt revealing his slightly muscled toned chest as she pulled it completely off she started kissing his neck and chest as her kissing moved down to his beltline. Climbing off him she sat on the side of him as she unbuckled his belt and slid down the zipper she could see the bulge of his excitement as she removed his pants revealing his boxer-briefs with that bulge in them. She climbed on top of him again as she straddled over his stomach smiling and few. That was until the day my TV malfunctioned and the following turn of events trapped me in a vortex of forbidden deeds and illicit pleasures. I broke my marriage vow to my dear husband that day.One evening I finished my cooking for the day and settled down to watch my favourite TV serial Sasural Simar Ka, suddenly a hissing sound began to emanate from behind my TV with some smoke and my LCD TV screen went blank completely within half a minute. Repeated switching on & off the TV set & the Set-Top. The light turned green and we stopped kissing and sped off. We never stopped diddling each other the whole way home. My daughters moans filling my ears. I could feel the urgency of it all. As tough as the week had been, I knew waiting was the right thing. It made the moment that much better. We were like starving beasts.We got home and I slammed the car in the garage faster than ever. The door barely shut before we were all over each other. I lifted up her sweater and was pleased to find she.