Slowly she started feeling and caressing my balls. Then she brought her face downwards and started licking my erect cock. She was using her tongue nic...ly and lips to taste my cock. I was almost in heaven but tried to control myself very hard not to ejaculate. Then I saw her removing her nightie. She was wearing no bra. She brought her tits close to my cock and started pressing it slowly. Her nipples became hard and she pressed it with the top of my penis. Then she came near to me and brought. But she gets on all fours and I go behind her and lick from her clit to her hole again and again. In between I lean back and take a good look at the sight in front of me. Then I focus for a while on her clit, before I move and tongue fuck her. Her hips start bucking and she keeps pressing into me, when my tongue slips out and I accidentally lick up her crack over her asshole. She gives a loud moan and I ask if she liked that. "I'm not sure, try it again." So I go to slowly lick over her. Cool and grayish-blue, the whites clear, they feel distant in a way but the closer you get the more you feel a certain penetrating warmth: you feel a contentedness in his eyes, perhaps an echo of this in his easy smile. You might see eyeglasses on the man as he reads a newspaper, but let’s visit him in our memory as he was before our last trip together. Let’s visit him in his office. You’ll see him wearing an expensive, well-tailored suit, clothing that seems a natural extension of his body. He. Being a student of literature kusuma had developed a hobby of reading books. Her marriage to a person with a taste only for business rather for books had hindered kusuma’s love for books. Her husband would buy a silk sari worth three thousand, but hates to buy a book worth fifteen rupees. I met kusuma in one of the neighborhood functions. She was a nicely built 5’ 6” woman, with round lovable face. What attracted my first attention were her prominent breasts, which were evident even from behind.