Her lover was kneeling between her legs. The married woman was rubbing his erect cock up and down her slit. Her pussy was visibly very wet. There were...close-ups of just the tips of her fingers guiding his cock to the entrance of her enflamed cunt. His cock entered her pussy. There were a variety of full body and close-ups of the married woman fucking her lover. Chris liked the close-ups of her lover’s cock penetrating the married woman’s pussy. There was one with her legs spread wide and just. She went into the bathroom and found on a dressing table, all the things a woman needs for her toilet. There were several packs of cigarettes and a small silver tray of the thin brown hashish cigarettes. She looked at them in curiosity. She had not really had the chance to study them in Tijuana, the room had been dark, but had wondered what they really looked like.Such a small thing, she mused, and yet so powerful to dissolve one's will. She thought at first, of flushing the evil little things. She told me about visiting psychologists, talking to her parents and how understanding they had been, taking hormone treatments, and finally taking the big step that changed her life. She became on the outside the person she had always been on the inside. I admired her courage and her determination. I knew I never would have had the strength to attempt something like that.I could feel my sexual energy building again as we talked. By the way that Asha began to shift restlessly, I sensed the same. Yet it had seemed longer than probably her palm as the turmoil in her mind continued she suddenly realized that if she wanted, her son could satisfy her. He could give her what she wanted so badly. This incestuous thought made her wild with arousal. She knew it was ‘paap’ letting such thoughts into her mind but it made her feel so good that she simply didnt care anymore. She wondered how incredible it will feel doing it actually, when the thought itself was exciting her so much. For almost half.