For one brief moment I thought it was a heart attack. He began to tap the breast pocket of his navy blazer before exclaiming, “Oh my God!”“What ...s it, darling?” I implored, leaning forward over the table.“I’ve left the blasted tickets back at home.”To mark the occasion of a decade together Jeremy had booked tickets to see a Harold Pinter play at a theatre in Manchester. Dinner was my treat. Exasperated I hissed, “For Goodness, Jeremy....” Before I had uttered these words my husband had stood up. Usska boobs kaafi mulayam. Dabane mein maja aaraha tha. Phir mein nein usske kapdhe uuthar diya sirf who bra mein thi. Phir mein ne usko pura nude kiya who aabhi sirf bra or panty mein thi. Phir mein usska bra or panty uuthare diya. Uske chut kaafi chikana tha. Ussle chut mein ek bhi bhal nahi tha. Mein uske chut chusne laga. Usse maja aaratha tha who siskiriya le rathi or bol rathi thi rahul or chuso or chuso muze maza aaraha hai. Kaafi dino se mein nahi chudai mere husband mera chut nahi chat. BTW am from Mumbai and residing here only now and after my regular meetings with my lecturer we both drew apart due to our busy schedule and ultimately she was transferred to another part in UK. The following is one after she left.Don’t know why, but for some reason I’ve been thinking a lot about Dawn, you see, Dawn was my first time and only time with an older woman. This story happened several years ago. We were friends, liked the same bands, and flirted a bit online, but I didn’t think it. Susan knelt before Mark and observed his now fully engorged hard cock under his boxers. Susan slid Mark’s boxers to his feet and he stepped out of them leaving his member exposed and throbbing. Susan began to lick the tip tasting the pre-cum beginning to form. “MMM you taste good.” She continued to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock as she massaged his balls with one hand, stroking his shaft with the other. Mark groaned with pleasure as she took him into her mouth wrapping.