She decided to collect her studies and walk back home to ask her Dad for a ride to the dorm and let her tired man sleep.She wanted to kiss him goodbye... but didn't want to wake him. So she got as close as she could to his face and inhaled his scent just lightly kissing the top of his ear. The touch of her lips caused him to rustle and she was afraid she had woken him, but he just shifted his legs. In doing so his robe moved and she saw the tip of his penis as she smiled and went to the door,. Vere aarum athu nokkeetu karyam illa (my ass, boobs, pussy everything belongs to you and there’s no use somebody else watching it)”. He replied “ athe ninte kettiyavan rahul num nee onnum kodukkaruthu (yes even don’t give anything to your husband rahul)” . I blushed and smiled, replied “ pulliyum enne kettiyathalle…(even he also married me) “ .He told “ aaa kalyanam okke udane poliyum…nee pedikkandadi ente poorimole..( that marriage would break soon ..You don’t worry my sweet slut ) “ . I was a. I found this site when I was looking into certain subjects aftercompleting most of my plans for my husband, Jim.Wow! This site is something else. I never knew there was so much literatureand interest in the type of things I did to Jim. So, naturally, I wanted toshare my experiences and the experiences of Jim with all you lovely ladies.I thought it would be fun and, maybe instructive, to share in the femininethings that happened to Jim. I hope so.I should tell you that my name is Cheryl, or. But a true gentleman does not need to give orders, he asks, she obeys. I digress.I would ask her to dress up for me. Shoes with high heels, black thong panties, matching bra, some nylon stockings, maybe even some garter belt. Short, tight skirt and blouse or corset, to wrap her body up.She would have to wear full make up, lipstick, mascara.. not because she is not pretty without it, but because I love seeing ruined make-up from all the sucking, choking, gagging and spitting on her pretty face.I.