My wife cried out in pleasure, “Aaaaah” and writhed her body.He said, “Easy Ms. You must feel the pleasure of pain.”He was massaging and squee...ing her breasts very hard now as if to squeeze her non-existent breast milk out. The doctor kissed my wife’s breasts, her flat belly and abdomen and her navel. He started kissing below her navel, slowly lowering his face to the junction of her thighs. He put his mouth between her thighs and caressed her creamy smooth inner thighs.The doc touched the. Just as I suspected, an old magazine in her hands – sorry, it was People – I was close though. Yes, there they are, resting comfortably on her thighs.. oh, I love how those tshirts follow every curve. And look! Mmmm – just as I suspected, those nipples are thick and pointing down and out, just like I like them. Even that industrial sling she’s wearing can’t keep ‘em contained! They look like big, thick radio knobs, waiting to be tuned in and turned up! “Mrs. Martin?” I called. She looked up –. ” After a brief episode of hugging, we drank a toast to their impending marriage. Jan had managed to get a bit drunk and Rob said he needed to get her home. As we hugged goodnight I felt extremely happy that Jan had fallen in love with such a great guy but I also felt a little jealous.Sharon and I had always been very different people. She was the class genius and I was the hell raiser. We met after she had experienced a painful breakup and I was taken with her neediness. She was impressed with. She said, “Fine, you already made me a whore.”I took her to my apartment. Every day I was fucking her. She was literally a keep to me. Finally, I told my friends that Pooja is staying in my place and everything that happened in between. All of them wanted to fuck her. I asked them to wait. I really liked Pooja and wanted her to be my serious girlfriend.But she was not interested. She wanted to marry a very rich guy and settle down. That’s her goal. Even though I’m rich, she still wanted someone.