She was absolutely enthralled. I'd never seen her so happy ... or so .. loving. The look in her eyes was incredible.Then she closed her eyes and press...d her lips to mine ... hard. Here was another of those slow motion moments. She was kissing me while I had a mouthful of sperm. I could feel her tongue pressing against my lips. But she had no idea what lay past those lips. She was so enraptured with my "act of love" that she failed to notice that I was still holding a glob of semen in my mouth.. My phone was blinking with a notification. I touched it by force of habit. It was from my wife. “Jaanu, enjoy with your ‘wifey.’ I’ll see you in a week.” So this was my gift. Yogita would stay over and continue the roleplay as my wife until next week.I took the last sip and pulled it out of Yogi’s mouth. I lifted her with both hands and dropped her into the bed. In the next second, her saree was off, and I was rubbing her shorn cunt for wetness. She looked down with her mouth open and breathing. She evens feels a couple of vertebrae pop, with the accompanying sigh. Her arms get a workout as well, all the way down to the fingertips. She well and truly can’t move now. There isn’t an ounce of strength left in her. ‘I understand you have some issues with back and neck pain, and tension from work?’ the girl asks. How did she know that? Oh … he set up the appointment and must have told them. ‘Uhhhh huhhh,’ she tries to moan out an acknowledgement. ‘OK, we give you treatment. Do not be. , I was still very much awake and feeling my rampant sexual desire return in a bubbly burst of the stuff. ‘Fuckin’ wine always does that to me,’ I thought, gliding my hand against the shaft of my penis, not caring if any of the other guests or staff saw me. ‘Wine makes me want to fuck all sorts of people: midgets, ladyboys, man, even public schoolboys if they look feminine enough.’ I tell you, I would have fucked a dog with a strap-on if somebody had asked me to do so in a drunken dare. I.