I am a wife and mother, I go to church, I do PTA, I do company dinners for the hubby. I am a good girl with a very naughty bad side. Don't get me wron..., I love my husband and I love making love to my husband. However, we only make love occasionally and the rest of the time I have to take care of myself. A woman gets tired of taking care of herself and toys are simply that, toys. Sometimes a woman needs a hot, sweaty, sexy, hard man to satisfy her needs. My husband is a lot of things, but. I removed my pant and then my jockey and handed it over to her and she gave a naughty smile and said come in the evening and all this has made my dick to stand and she said hide it or your friends may get you wrong after that we played and in the evening I went to her house to get my jockey back. I told my parents that I’m going to my friend’s house.I went to Jyoti’s house and rang the bell and she opened with a cunning smile and let me in. I said now give my jockey back and let me go and she. He shrugged and put the necklace over his head. Finally he turned his attention to his new trophy, a shiny red blouse. He carefully picked it up and put first one arm, then the other in it. Awkwardly, he fastened the buttons. A tingle went through him as the last button was fastened. Looking down he realized that he had fastened too many buttons, and unfastened some to show his cleavage.He shut his eyes then and imagined the room full of girls. The latest woman entered the room leaving filling. Stand up and face me, please. Eyeing the rope nervously, she slowly raised herself to a more or less vertical position, turning towards him. It gave him the first glance at her cute little bush above her rolled up shorts. Ok, he began, shorts off, all the way. She pushed her shorts down her legs and pulled them of around her tennis shoes, her bare butt resting on the desk to support herself before standing back up again. And your shirt. She grabbed the base of it with both hands and lifted it.