It wasn't a conscious thought, it just happened as walked towards her cubicle. It was quite different to the love I had for Shirley, making me reflect... Had I actually been in love with Shirley? Perhaps not, else I may have fought harder to keep her. Diane had been with me all my adult life, tucked away in a compartment in my mind, waiting to come out whenever the circumstances needed her. Now she needed me and in many ways that was better, to be needed rather than need.Diane was laying so. .Aur story padhne ke bad muje is mail if me mail kijiye aunty bhabhi ya koi girl jo mere sath enjoy karna chahti hai wo…Mere mail id hai To aaj me apko apni latest story jo ki ek dam real hai jo haal hi mein mere sath hui hai wo bata ne ja raha hu to story kuch esi hai ki me ahmedabad gujarat ka married man hu meri shadi karib 2.5 years pehle hui aur me thoda romantic aur flirting type ka banda hu meri wife ki kafi sari friends hai but unme se ek thi gopika..Yes dosto naam se hi aap socho kesi. Ami aste aste ota khulte suru korate jui amake bollo “jamaibabu, amader ki eto ta egono thik hobe. Jodi kono problem hoi!” Ami ok bojhalam, amar opor biswas rakhte. Ami or kono khoti chain a, or kono bipod hote debo na. Jui amar lip’s nijer lip’s guli rekhe jibh diye amar lips guli chushte suru korate ami or lips guli amar mukh’er modhhe dhukiye or lips’er sob rosh chushe nilam. Khule dilam or salwar’er zip ta. Amar haat ta tokhon or khola pith’er opor’e. Bra’er opor porlo. Khule dilam seta’o,. She sucked him harder and harder and took his cock deeper into her mouth as she came a second time. He had to push her away stop her sucking and rolled her over. She pointed her butt towards him so he could mount her from behind and slip his cock into her willing pussy. She came again as he entered her and fucked her hard. He reached round her and fondled her breasts which increased her pleasure. He trust deep inside he as he came and filled the condom with his spunk. They rolled over and.