Hi to all those sexy women who are quite eager to wet their horny pants. I myself Sanjana, its my real name and I am aged 30, living in Bangalore and ... am married. The word married had ruined my sex life, the sex I had was of name sake sex and never could get enjoy a man completely.This is my true story dedicated to all those lonely wives, women and girls who have not been able to enjoy a man completely and an opportunity to those who are searching for desperate sex with a genuine guy..My. I gasped. His vibes which where casual and friendly had become dark and controlling. I wiggled out of my seat, why, why did I wear the tightest skirt I owned today? It was too hot for stockings so I ditched them as soon as I'd made it to my cubical this morning. My amber skin tone blending well with my black pencil skirt and black stilettos. I was 5'8 with heels 5'3 without them. For a second I just stood there, head bowed, fingers crossed, staring at his shinny shoes. "Now!" He sneered. I. Once we enter, I pull you tightly against me, this time allowing our lips to connect in a more passionate embrace. You push back against me, as our lips continue to electrify our bodies and souls. Our dance heating up, racing toward the crescendo Unable to control ourselves any longer, I push you up against the wall, and rip off the buttons of your blouse, too impatient to wait any longer. Your head tilts back, your chest pushes towards me, as I push your lace bra aside and take your hard. That was all that was said that evening as we all lay down to go to sleep. It wasn't long before I heard the rhythmic breathing from Mikey and knew that he was asleep. I was lying there with Brandon, my arm under his head holding it close to my chest. I never could sleep on my back until Brandon and I shared a bed. It seemed so natural to lie on my back holding him close and falling asleep.A rap at our door awoke us all at 8:00 the next morning. "Guys, it is time to get up," I heard my.