I always find the chance to touch teats and breasts of sleeping girls or women. I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to shar... the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I assure you that every tale will give you a full satisfaction.Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English. In the last September due to. She couldnt stay positioned on that fence had it not been for his firm hold. The only thing about my wife for which this man cared was the area 3 inches above and 3 inches below her pussy and his movement of her body reflected this. She was beaming a huge smile on her face. She loved this! My drunken slut wife was loving this stranger groping her ass and humping her pussy! With that smile I saw her say something to him and he slid his right hand up, into her open shirt, and onto her lovely left. The bell rang and I had them at the door. They walk in and we have our first minutes of nervousness. She said you dont look so much as your pic. U look very nice ( which made me proud and happy). He nodded in agreement.She was wearing a orange salwar… And was looking like a homely lady… Very pretty for my eyes. I like modest shy women (:))… Like sexy ones too …We chit chatted for a while and she propped herself on the bed. I was having an erection in my pants while I looked longingly at her. He. Of course now, there is no way on earth that I would have wasted all his delicious young cum – I would have licked him clean and swallowed every drop of his wonderful juice. Over the next year or so, Peter and I met regularly and wanked each other. He was definitely the dominant member of the relationship and thinking about it now, I can see that I was very happy to play the subservient role. After a year or so, Peter left the school and I started to become more interested in females. My desire.