Or wo waha say chala gaya. Ritu boli yar mere boobs or nabhi ka bhi nap le gaya ye to. To kajal boli ye sab k sath aise hi karta hai. Mai boli yar is ...e nabhi mai ungli dal say meri choot mai khujli ho rahai hai. Kajal boli ravi (my hubby) say door karwa le. Mai nai kaha wo nahi hai 4 days bad aayenge. To kajal boli phir kya hoga teri is choot ki aag ka. Mai nai kaha ki vikas jiju (kajal hubby) ko bola na ak bar ragad de meri chamiya ko. Or kajal waha say has kar chali gai. Sham tak wo mera. I was so horny - I doubt I'll ever be hornier again. Remember, this was the first time I had ever touched a single part of a girl's body, so my mind was going insane at the idea of me losing my virginity to a sexy woman at the time of my very first kiss. My hands were still firmly on her soft, drooping night gown - a juxtaposition of sorts - and she just let me lick her wet hole for what seemed like an eternity. My face was being tickled by the luxurious cotton of her cute, thick dressing gown. Maybe wearing something that shows a bit of cleavage from time to time wouldn’t be such a bad idea, she mused happily, noting that she was definitely at least a large C cup now.She walked over to the mirror, and saw a face that was not unlike her own but was much more attractive. Her cute nose was perfectly framed by her model’s cheekbones, and her lush lips practically begged to be kissed, even while they hinted at other activities. Her face was ringed with shimmering blond waves, which. On a good night they would be cum-soaked from the neck down to about the level of my bra and, sticking to me. I’d wear a nice fancy/lacy bra and, the wet blouse would define it, make it stand out. If they bothered to look more they would see that the knees of my stockings were dirty and, sometimes, ruined. Sometimes, depending on how I was dressed or, how short the dress/skirt was, they could see some wet spots on the stockings from dripping or leaking cum. If I was wearing slacks [not often].