As my dick stiffened he washed my ball sack. Turning me, he moved his soapy hand over my dick. All his attention had me breathing hard quickly. He str...ked me for a couple of minutes. I felt his other hand on my butt. As he pushed his fingers between my cheeks, I widened my legs. I gasped as I felt a soap covered finger push in me. Moving his hands in unison, my heart beat faster. I felt my hole stretch as a second finger moved in me. Pushing them deep in me I soon felt the wonderful feeling as. She started to moan. Kartik turned her over and started to kiss her back with utmost pleasure and removed the clip of her bra. He turned her back and said, “You are very beautiful”. Manali had tears in her eyes. She said, “My husband took me for granted all these years and never ever said to me such a wonderful thing. He also never kissed me so passionately. He just used me as an object to satisfy his need. Please Kartik fuck me hard and satisfy me so that I forget my husband and even forget. Looking back and forth between the two of us, Marilyn sitting in her finery and me in my skivvies. Shocked, she responded to Marilyn’s greeting with, ‘What are you doing here?’ It was an awkward moment for all. She vividly remembers it to this day. As the first hostess of the evening my wife came back early to layout plates, glasses and the accoutrements needed for a cocktail party before going to transform herself from Nanook of the North to a stylish, 30-something housewife hostess. To my. "We were in my car, an old banger that chugged and stuttered it's way home, mum was laughing beside me, but encouragingly she was looking at me, and her eyes were alive with pleasure, she was genuinely happy."I need to check the site darling," she said. "Just for emails from the fans."I poured us both out a drink as she booted up and then sat next to her, I was embarrassed at the content of many of the letters, I didn't want to know what many of her fans wanted to do to her, I'd sooner have.