“ “So I guess possibilities exist to include possible sex… perhaps,” I ventured awkwardly while cutting my asparagus into sections. “A gre...t many, I hope,” came her response with a piece of salmon tucked in her cheek. “Dinner is early so we have plenty of time, may I suggest that we take it real slow?” I said with and air of formality. She said she likes slow. I pointed out, judging from the animalist urges displayed only moments earlier, that slow might not be possible unless she allowed. I sank down on the floor, then edged around to the front to squeeze in between Kamari's legs and the body of the piano. I could just fit. My head was at the same level of her slit, and grabbing her knees, I spread her legs open and thrust my face into her mound.She gave a gasp of surprise but never lost stride. She played harder and more expressively as I tongued her clit faster and faster. Her face was suffused with emotion, mostly joy and rapture, and she orgasmed several times as she neared. When I was putting my panties on I remembered the first time I haddecided to buy a pair, how should I approach the sales girl? Where? Whatsize? I had fumbled with those questions many times, the very first timeI tried to look demure and as a very sissy boy; the girl saw me andlooked very uncomfortable, and so was I. Of course she had sold me thepanties, but It didn't feel right so the next time I bought somethingfeminine I just went there with a lot of confidence and nonchalantly askfor this or. Phir routine normal hone laga aur ek din achanak hamari mulakat ho gayi aur purani dosti phir se aage badhi aur ek din usne mujhe bataya ki uske husband ka touring job hone ke karan woh use time nahi de pata hai sex karna toh chod hi do. Phir maine pucha ki mai kya kar sakta hu? Jo karna hai tujhe ki karna hoga. Usne kaha theek hai aur ek smile di jo mujhe samajhne ke liye kafi thi ki woh chudwana chahati hai. Ab story chalu.Ek din uska husband ek mahine ke liye forign janewala tha aur sasural.