He stood there, frozen, anguish in his eyes.“Don’t you want to kiss me?” she asked.“Uh huh,” he gurgled. Then “I mean no ma’am!”“Mos...s Finshaw, I’m not a ‘ma’am’,” she said. “I’m just a girl you helped win a fishing contest, and I promised you a kiss. I try to keep my promises.”She stepped forward, recognizing his reluctance, and reached for his hands. She put them on her waist, and then draped her arms around his neck loosely.Moses had kissed his mother, and his Auntie Millie. Those had been. I grabbed her saree and pull it until she is just with her blouse and petticoat. I opened up all my clothes, my dick felt like bursting out. She covered her front part with her hands and said ‘not now’. ‘I’m your husband, right? I’ve opened all my clothes and you must also.’ I went towards her. She was looking at my hardened black dick and how this beefier meat will enter her pussy is beyond her imagination. I took her hand forcefully and grabbed her hips with my big hands. She has a luscious. My breathing is shallow, gasping for air. "You can't . I'm married" I protest weakly as I watch her small mouth engulf the head of my cock.My brain is trying to take control. This should not be happening. However I reach out put a hand on her head and force to take more of my stiff prick in her mouth, down her throat. Melissa gagged on my cock as I shoot my load down her throat. Cum fills her mouth and dribbles down her chin.I get up and tuck my semi hard erection back in my pyjamas and walk. Wo mere uper fida ho gyi thi. Par mujhe is baat ka pata nhi tha. Ek din use apni kisi dost ki party me jana tha. Pooja ne kha ki main use chhod kar aa jaunga. Manju mere piche chipak kar baith gyi.Uske boobs meri kamar se chipake hue the. Kasam se mujhe bahot maja aa rha tha. Uske baad main samjh gya ki ab ye bhi mujhse chudne wali hai.Manju khud mera phone number le liya. Aur fir roj raat ko hum dono phone par sexy baten karne lag gye. Main phone par hi use pura nanga karke usse uski choot me.