At Mumbai I was looking for a break or singing-career in films. And in persuading my ambition I came across many men from films, both Hindus and Musli...s. I used to stay at a rented flat in Ossiwara area, all alone, or sometimes with my mother.As struggler, not unlike other girls in Mumbai films, I would not mind satisfying the concerned horny males whom I met in context of my career. On other hand, my mother would advise me to get a man to be married to. And it was ever in my mind that I should. He said thank you my love, and as I said you are welcome, our lips met and we started kissing passionately while holding each other. Once our lips aparted, I got up and went to the bathroom to clean my bum from his cum. I then returned to the bed where my husband and I fell asleep together.Sunday morning we woke up and after getting dressed we went to my husband's parents for a lovely homemade breakfast. While there we discussed to have a Sunday evening chicken braai by our place and they. "Kinky. You want to take my knickers home with you?" Yes." Would you lie in bed next to your wife, take them out and sniff them? Have the lingering scent of my hot pussy against your nose?"I exhaled hard. "Yes, I would." And would you jack off, thinking of me, imagining my pussy writhing against you?" Yes." My cock surged. I felt the tip leak a dot of fluid into my boxers. "I want to push you back where you are now, crawl forward and slide my tongue inside you. Taste every drop. Tease your clit. ——————— Maisie tapped her foot under the table and looked up at the clock. The three of them had been chatting for close to an hour. Why won’t he just leave, she thought. If he stayed much longer she would have to choose between a bath and a nap, and that was a decision she did not want to make. She supposed she could go upstairs now, but she didn’t want to leave him alone with her mother. Maisie knew her mother well, and this morning’s innocent act wasn’t fooling her for a second. She knew.