. Then i increased my sipped to my top level and pushed the finger in and out as fast as possible uuufff .. With sounds like that she stared jerking h...r whole body… With each and every sound she make i finger fucked her more vigouruslly…. Then after a while she almost gave a shout aaaaaa and with that gave a very big jerk….. I felt a hot liquid was coming out of her and that made me totally mad , i took out the finger and started to suck over there like a straw until i could get the last drop. I was feeling lucky previously but now i started regretting because this was wrong in our customs and i cannot even imagine that some other person can even touch my wife. But here she is admitting that she had sex with other men and that was the point where my life started to fucked up.She then turned off the light and slept and i kept thinking and regretting about my married life and i even cried that night. Those words from her were humiliating. It could be normal in western culture but here. They were now exploring her from one end to the other, seeking her clitoris and finding it with an accompanying gasp from her. She could feel herself surrendering to desire. Gianni’s fingers were replaced with his tongue, lapping at her and using its tip to stimulate her button. She was getting closer and closer to orgasm and Gianni could see and feel it. Her eyes closed, heightening her other senses as she allowed herself to be overcome by him, ceding control completely. The tide of her. Being the only kid my age within 5 Km made it inevitable that we’d become playmates. She was a year elder to me. Did I mention that next door was still nearly a Km away, 1.2 to be exact? Our farm was 3 Kms down a dusty gravel road in Rampur. Shreya’s folks bought my Grandfather’s farm after he passed away. They too had a pond near our pond, about half a Km away from our pond, which was meant for their sole use. Rocks separated the two ponds. At school Shreya and I attended, we mostly played.