So after the match we drank up and left the pub, once we got into my car I lent across and kissed her, she kissed me back with an eagerness I had not ...elt for a long time ! So chancing my arm I pushed my hand straight down her jeans inside her knickers and started to feel her very wet pussy. She had a big patch of fuzzy hair all over her cunt, but she was so wet. As we sat there like this she just whispered to me “Take me somewhere and fuck me please” so we took off in my car to a little place. . You will look so much more beautiful!!" my soon-to-be mother-in-law told me, in a very assuring tone.I thanked her for the tip, but I also need to admit that I spent a lot of time, that evening, thinking it was a little weird of her to be that blunt.However, I was glad I listened to her. Nikhil feasted on my twat, on our nuptial night, like an a****l savoring his first meal in a hundred years.My husband had me cumming, using only his cunt eating skills. But at the same time, he was also. Surely that is not leering. It is blistering hot here in the city as well. The heat rises from the streets, giving everything a shimmery sort of glow. It is almost like seeing a fantasy. Sometimes, I tell myself that it really is a dream and that you will come walking down the road to meet me. I imagine us arm in arm going to the theater; Black Oxen is playing there, with a new actress, called Clara Bow, that I hear is the bee's knees. We could sit in the dark watching, my hand on your leg. In. My body was burning up, my legs trembling, the moisture now soaking through my shorts… Andres pulled my tank top down, revealing my perky boobs; and with a quick movement of his hands pulled me up. I stood on the couch, legs spread, looking down at him. He was looking up at me smiling. “Take off the shorts muñeca (doll),” his smile could melt butter. I had completely forgotten where we were, and the fact that my father was in the room. I was so.