She didn’t know if she could last a minimum of 6 months without her husband. Maybe Fred was right about her and she couldn’t live without his hard...cock as she turned her body in the shower and allowed the hot water to massage her body.She relaxed in the pulsating jets and tried to clear her mind. However the only thing that she focused on was a hard cock that was full of cum that needed her help to be released. She quickly thought about visiting her sister in Wichita. The same city she allowed. Started to kiss her all over her body and started to squeeze her boobs. After a little while she continued to moan loudly “uuuh ummmm”. I carried her to bed and started to kiss all over her body. I removed my shirt and took one of her big boob on my mouth.She was moaning “ya manoj our joor se dabavo our zoor se”. After a 15 min of play i asked her” bhabhi aage kya karna hai?”. She laughed at me ,by holding my chin she said “bholu raam” and slipped her short with her panty. My eyes kept open by. John threw off the gown and collapsed naked on the bed, praying to wake up without a hangover. John woke with a groan, his head pounding lightly. God had clearly ignored his prayer from the night before, though at least John didn't feel sick. He was, however, now covered by a blanket. That made him sit up and look around. For a moment, nothing seemed out of place, then he heard someone moving around in the bathroom. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was almost 11.. I bent down a little and closed my eyes as his lips brushed against mine and suddenly my arms were around him and I was kissing back as hard as I could. I heard a moan and realized it was me as I forced my tongue past his lips and into his mouth searching for his. I felt his arms go around me and little lights began to fire off behind my eyes; I heard that moan again.Seconds, minutes, hours later I pulled back slightly to breathe; it was the only reason I would have. I felt cool air on my back.