Main kabhi kabar nind ki goliya liya karta tha. Apne dadaji ki chitti se nind ki goliyan le k aata tha apne liye. Aaj wo kaam aa sakti hai. Dhruv ko c...icket ki practice k liye club jaana padta tha. Usko laane k liye sham ko masaji jaate the. Maine socha aaj mein chala jaata hu. Waha mein jaldi pohch gaya. Dhruv ki practice jaldi khatam ho gayi. Wo free baitha tha. Maine usko bahar bula liya. Wo sab pack karke bahar aa gaya. Maine usko piche bithaya aur ek paas k garden mein le gaya. Maine kaha. 'We could have a look through my underwear drawer, see if there's anything you like in there...?'My cock immediately hardened, and it did not escape the attention of my host, either. Rubbing his immaculately manicured hand over my bulge, he softly whispered, 'I'll take that as a 'yes', then..?!'He wandered into his beautifully feminine bedroom, a pink duvet with patterned flowers covering the king-sized bed, a dressing table covered in make-up and skin cream, and various glitzy outfits hung. She was in total bliss, and heaved a long, hot sigh, and clasped his head close to her, saying, “Chusiye, Chusiye malik aah aaahh, aur joorse maalik, dat lagake chusiye ahhh maalik. He got up and said. “Yeh maalik maalik kya laga rakhkha hey? May tumhara Pati hoon.Tum meri biwi ho ya naukrani? He asked, gently leading her to the flower clad bed. He went back to sucking her nipples, and kissing her huge juicy breasts and the lovely valley between them. Mom was consumed by pleasure. She must have. She must have gotten rid of her thongs and traded those in for "old lady panties." His wife barely showered and if she was lucky she might put on lipstick on a good day. Sex was becoming more vanilla and his wife was more comfortable keeping her shirt on and having sex in the dark.There once spontaneous sex life, where he’d throw her up against walls and on countertops was over. His wife agreed that her weight was blossoming out of control. Vincent told her she had to lose weight or risk.