He drank the liquid cunt juice I released when I climaxed, cupping his lips over my cunthole to suck it all out. Around 2:00 a.m. I drove home, and th...re was a message on the answering machine from my hubby. He and his lady friend were at a hotel in the city near us and that's how we check in with each other. I beeped his cell phone with our code to let him know I'd taken care of a couple of guys that day and evening and things were cool on the homefront.This is just the way we both think sex. 30 baje raat ko phir se halki-2 si aawaaz aayee to muj se raha nahi gaya main halka sa utha aur mud kar dekha to bas meere to hoosh hi hawa ho gay the qki bhabi bilkul nangi neeche ki taraf lete hua bhaiya ke lund ko apni choot pe lagaya hue unke lund ke upar ghode ki tarah dodh rahi thi aur unke 40d size ke mamme hawa main uchalte hua aawaaz kar rahe the jinhe bhaiya beech-2 pakad kar khoob daba kar unke unke boobs ka juice bhi choos rahe the aur kai baar to bhabi neeche ki taraf juk kar apni. .. well, the way we started off together.We were maybe a little older than most who meet and then marry for the first time, both of us twenty-seven, differing in chronological age by only a matter of weeks. By then, statistics tell us, most of us have married at least once, and had at least one child; and right smart of that number have divorced, many of those having already entered into second marriages.Not so with us.I was in a long-term relationship, one which began in middle school and ran. So it wasn't until I took care of that little detail that I called my folks and actually told them where I was.They were less than effusive that I had decided to settle so far from home, after being gone so long. But I knew they'd get over it, and I told them I could come for Thanksgiving, as things would be well settled by then. I asked for Phee's phone number, and Mom gave it to me.She answered with a flat "Hello" that didn't sound all that welcoming. It turns out my phone account hadn't.