She stared out of a window for a long time, as if in confusion, "It is called love," I told her, "We made love, not quick groping fornication but real...passionate love." But you don't love me, it is but a sham!" she protested.I thought hard, "But I like you, I like it when you are happy, when you make those little mewling noises when you are excited, and damnit you are the finest whore I have ever ridden, there I've said it, hansom enough to be my consort, rampant enough to satisfy my every need. She lifts her head, walks towards him with a confident stride. He looks up smiles the broadest smile, then stands, his hands cup her face and his lips softly touch her, she melts with his touch , her body falling into his strong frame, his kiss takes her breath away. After what seemed an age, his hands slide down her back to her waist and he pull her towards him, his firm cock, against her thigh, her left hand falls and gently she strokes his firm cock as it twinges to her touch, his says “ I. I felt her up for several minutes while we kissed and grinded. I took her shirt off and her gorgeous tits were exposed. I kissed all around them before sucking her nipples. She helped me take my shirt off when she saw that my huge dick was out of my shorts and reaching up to my belly button. She screamed out "holy shit...I knew it was big, but that is a monster. You are going to have to be gentle!" She had told me from a previous conversation that she had only been with her husband.I put my. Further I told that I don’t believe you delivered three children, you does not look like. She questioned how I am looking. I replied sex queen. She kissed on my cheeks and told that Nandu at least now you have shown mercy on Saroja, so many tried for me in my relation offering huge money taking care of children, but I am not because they are not handsome and beauty like you, even there is age gap of 5 years I accepted because I like your passionate love on me now I am telling that I will be.