So puchhi ki mere bare me kya khayal hai toh me bola ki u r married na .So wo boli ki her husband is a miney minded person nd nt giving her much time ...So aisa bolke wo mere paas aakar beth gai chipak ke.Ek toh beer ka nasha aur ladki paas me .Fir wo mere haath ko kiss karne lagi toh me uske lips ko jorse kiss kar diya ur dono haathon se uske boobs press karne laga wo moan karna start ki uhh..Ohhhh.Ummm fir mene uske neck ko suck kkiya toh wo pagal ho uthi,Fir hum dono ek dusre ke kapde kholne. She then asked if i could wash her boobs, i took great pleasure in soaping up her wonderful tits and gently rubbed sopa into her tits and played with her nipples, she groaned and said it was lovely, and she loved my cock, i then slid my hand over her stomach and down between her legs, i looked as if to ask and she said yes....my fingers found the groove between her fanny lips and the groove was so wet and silky smooth. I gently teased her clit which stood out asking to be played with. My. ‘You like watching me, fuck myself?’ she said, as her fingers worked faster in and out of her glistening lips. Her juices ran down her thighs and onto the black leather chair. ‘You want to eat me, don’t you’ she asked, suddenly opening her eyes. ‘Yes,’ I said, losing control of the situation. ‘Eat me,’ she almost ordered. I almost stumbled getting over to where she sat, her legs spread wide in the air. I got on my knees and watched for a moment as those slender fingers moved frantically in and. How much could it hurt me?The old black man lit up a cigarette and looked around the house. As I looked at his features, I saw that the cigarette was merely a distraction or a way of focusing. He seemingly took in the entire scene, cataloguing details the way an art critic sees every nuance and aspect of a painting.He shook his head suddenly as if responding to something that only he could hear. I heard it a few seconds later, and my sour companion looked to me as if he expected a reason for.