“Here it comes, here it comes, baby…” he said and as if those words had pushed her over the brink, she felt her pussy explode in waves of tingli...g pleasure, spreading down her legs and up her body, slamming inside her head and for a moment blinding her. She heard a scream and it had taken her a moment to realize that it came out of her own throat. He pulled out of her and she heard an unmistakable slap of the latex as he freed his cock of the condom. A second later, she felt hot drops of his. She smiled and asked me whether you want me to try in here or in your room she asked so we went inside to my room. And she asked me to stand near the corner ha ha I am laughing and asked what Meera are you a dominant type of girl she laughing and said she was so dominant only in sucking the cock not for fucking so don’t worry I won’t eat you she told.She was surprising me a lot and lot so I stood in the corner she came and kneel down in front of me and took off my night pant down and she hold. Nobody is taking it seriously and it may never happen anyway.”We agreed to meet the next afternoon at her house, a little cottage tucked away up a back street. She had decorated it like a doll's house and I had always wondered what it was like inside. I arrived at 2 pm to find her sitting in the sunroom at the back, glasses on the end of her nose, writing her life story in an exercise book.“Yes,” she replied to my initial remark, “I'll type it up when I've finished it, but it flows better. He cannot remember that he jerked off last night. He wants to go to the toilet, but has difficulty standing. Slowly he starts walking. He hears downstairs three voices: his wife Layla, her sister Aisha and their friend Shereen. He goes to the guest room, where his wardrobe stands. His wardrobe does not fit in the bedroom so it is here. He sees that there has been slept in the two guest beds. Probably Aisha and Shereen slept here. He cannot remember. Out of curiosity (and horniness) he smells.