For a moment, she listened to her husband in his study just off the living room rattling his paper and throwing books into his already-over-stuffed ...riefcase. Turning the bacon with a fork, wincing as it shot a flying speck of burning grease onto her hand, Ann felt the same surging, growing resentment well in her chest as it had for the past two years of marriage to the near middle-aged, professorial husband who had unwittingly ensnared her with security and his intellectualism,. At first, Pakhi opposed but later surrendered to lust. After kissing her for a while, Kuldeep opened her jeans. He placed his fingers on her clit, and rubbed it for a while. When Pakhi got excited, Kuldeep made her sit on the kitchen platform and asked her to open her legs wide to expose her virgin pussy.He was mesmerized to see pink pussy petals with a swollen clit, and immediately he started slurping it with his tongue. For Pakhi, it was a new experience, and she was on cloud nine. When Pakhi. "No matter what, my heart will always be yours. It doesn't matter who owns my pussy." Then she smiled. "Besides, tell me the thought of your petite little girlfriend getting fucked out of her mind by a huge black bull doesn't get you hard as a rock."The bitch of it was, she was right.Leonard arrived at 10:00 a.m. the following morning. He was a bit under 6 feet tall and impeccably trim and fit, not an ounce of fat on him. His hair was close cropped, military style, and had long since gone to. She had to start with the dishes from making his lunch. It was too early to vacuum. The tenant in the next apartment liked to sleep late.She rushed through the kitchen. It seemed like the more she scrubbed, the more contrast there was to the places she hadn't scrubbed, so she had to work fast and furious to get the job done. She polished the glass above the bathroom sink and sprayed the tub. She swept the floor into the rug. She'd get the crumbs with the vacuum in a bit. She glanced at her.