Mein sochne lagi ki mere hubby kese pyar krte the mujhe or apne hatho se he boob dabane laggi.Ekdum se ek awaz aai madam jee… to mein darr gai or de...ha ki trail room ka lock ache se nhi laga tha. Jis ke karan gate thoda sa open ho gya or tailor mujhe mirror se dekh rha tha.Mein shock ho gai ki tailor ne mujhe ye sub krte hue dekh lia. Even bra mein hone ke karan or press krne ke karan mere 60-70% boob usne dekh lia. Meine blouse lia or gate jaldi se lock kr lia. Meri himaat nhi thi ki or trail. This time it was slightly more smoother and a little portion of the bottle-tip fitted snugly inside my orifice. Very gently, Juhi pumped the bottle inside my arse while she kept on fondling my dick. The actions on my asshole felt a bit painful at the onset, but after a few minutes it turned into an excruciating pleasure, which I have never experienced before. I felt like her slave and enjoyed my passivity immensely. Sometimes, Juhi put the tip of my cock in her mouth and gave it little sharp. As I recall, she was always very anxious for my parents to depart as soon as possible. We would eat dinner and play around for a bit. My brothers were older and were typically off somewhere else doing their own thing. Susan was always very energetic and excitable. This probably happened MANY more time than I can recall. Susan liked to get very personal with me. She made it normal for close hugs and kisses and such. Eventually, it turned into more than that. Just to dive right into it, she. "There is that," she admitted with a chuckle. "Damn, I should have thought of something really big for the next favor. If I would have known you were going to act like a human being about things I would have put more time into it." The key word is 'act' let's not forget," I said and my ex-wife and I joined in laughter for perhaps the 12th time in the 19 years we'd known the other. "So, what's up?" Well, you know the game is on tonight, right?" she said."Oh, shit," I answered. "Believe it or.