” “That’s right.” said the lady in white.We said our good byes and of course Big Al made sure to pull me into his crushing embrace. He held...me there pressing my face to his chest. The smell of his cheap cologne filled my senses. I felt weak in my knees. One of his hands slid down to my lower back. He didn’t go so far as to grab my ass. He stopped just short but it seemed like he longed to go all the way. All the pent up lusts I’d been holding back started flooding back to the surface. . . Meri fir se cheekh nikli… Or wo phir bola… Chu randi.. Agar awaj nikli to teri gand phad dunga… Phir thodi der baad mujhe relax feel hua..Usne fir se vaseline meri gand per lagai.. Or apne lund to topa meri gand ke ched per rakh diya… Pehle usne dhaka diya per ander nahi gaya or slip ho gaya… Per mujhe dard mehsus hu.. Or halki se siski nikal gayi..For usne fir se topa meri gand per rakha or hanka sa dabaya jis se meri gand me rasta bana kar set ho gaya.. Meri siski nikli thi per ussi wath. Come on, I work 13 hour days and I get this shit because I need to stop for a drink! Why the hell isn't my wife helping me with things? Why doesn't she understand I'm fucking stressed out and need some "ME" time? We're supposed to be a team dammit so why isn't she making me feel better?As I pulled into my drive, a plan started to develop on how my wife was going to understand exactly how it feels to be under appreciated. I was almost smiling when I opened the door, but as I walked in my wife. I was now suckling my daughter’s tits as a baby suckles his mom’s teats. I brought my face down and sniffed her slit. It smelled very nice. I pinched her pussy lips gently and then rolled my finger around her cervix. She moaned with pleasure. Then I took her pubic bush in my hand and swirled her jet black hair around my fingers. She giggled and lifted her ass a little up. I placed my Mouth at the slit and tickled her womb with the tip of my tongue. She hissed softly. Soon my tongue rolled.