They were right on when it came to my being pussy whipped. Before I'd met Kathleen I'd had my fair share of the ladies and I could say without a doubt...that Kath was the best pussy I had ever had.Not only was she great in bed, but she wanted sex all the time. Even after seven years of marriage we were still getting it on five and six times a week. She was beautiful, she was sexy and she was mine. I had it made and so what if I had to pay for it with a few 'yes dears' and some 'whatever you say. In essence she was a slop of a woman. Yet she carried herself like a damn prom queen. I starred at her for almost an hour before I stood and headed to the bar. I was buzzed enough to function another day without my sexual memories hindering me. Half way to the bar one of the slender friends of the fat woman grabbed my arm and pulled me to the dance floor. She was white with red hair and cute freckles. We went to the dance floor without any introductions. The music was so loud words would have. In front of me was my mom masturbating and moaning loudly,sometimes uttering the fathers name.i asked her,hey what r u doing? She was shocked to see me there and turned back.her clean shaven pussy was exposed to me fully.my eyes stuck to her pussy.she shouted at me,hey what r u doing here?get out.fuck off u rascal. I went to my room. Later she came to my room and asked me why i came to her room. I told her that i just wanted to chat to her. She asked sorry for using foul language with me. I. He wanted her nude in his arms now, but also wanted to enjoy her art of lovemaking. In the meantime, she had already moved down & was licking the sensitive skin of his thigh’s lower part. Her smallest touch got big results from his body now. His erection swelled in his briefs & was dying for her touch but she continued moving down. She sat on his legs with her legs folded on either side.Her sari made the gap & allowed their skins to touch each other, he could feel her panty. It was warm & wet.