I liked her. She was cute. I learned soon that underneath the cute façade, a phrase I borrowed from a rather articulate friend, was the heart of a se...-starved nymphomaniac. She was every guy’s wet dream. She could match any man’s horniness, pound for pound. What a girl! My cock stirs at the mere thought of that day. My heart too. But, physical stirrings hit you harder than the emotional ones.It was July I think, I visited Pune. She was sweet. I was, well rusty. We held hands in the Auto ride. I let my hand go beneath her saree and felt her long and fleshy legs and felt her panty which was damp near her pussy. Without wasting more time, I unbuttoned her blouse and she was wearing a deep cut black bra. Her breasts were struggling to come out of it. I saw on the bra that the size of her breasts was 38” with cup size “C”. In the meanwhile, she removed her Saree and dropped her inner skirt standing in front of me like an angel in a black bra and panty. Her cunt was so visible from her. Fortunately, this wasn’t tough. We all wanted it too much. I’ve never known Lauren so relaxed. I slapped her clit with my knob, before playfully nudging at Terry’s balls which were now soaking with cuntjuice. Then I began to push forward against Terry and into my wife. She began to whimper, and for a second I saw her grit her teeth.‘You OK ?’ I asked.‘Oh yes,’ she answered. ‘Oh yes, yes! Fuck me, please!’We all laughed. I pushed again, and suddenly my cock slid right in, as far as it could,. "Cover for me, will you? I've got some things I need to do." The thought of that cock was drawing her back to 637. When she entered the room, she waited very quietly to be sure he was asleep. His cock, now limp, was lying fully exposed against his thigh. Once again, she started to breathe on the tip of his cock, with the same rewarding results as before. This time, she was shocked to realize that he wasn't asleep, as she had thought. "Go ahead and touch it,.