Mu khali ta dudhat mundi ku aste aste chuchumi bare lagili aau aste aste taku kamuduthili Se khali sitkara karu thila ahhhh mu tapare ta tala dress ku...kholi ta panty bhitare mo hata purei ta ba balaku suanlibare lagili. Se pura pageli heijauthae o kahuthae aau mote kasta dena jaldi gehn moteMu aau samaya nasta nakari ta panty kholi deli aau ta bia re mo jibha ku purei deli ohh ebebi se samaya mane padile deha kan heijauchi. Se gandha re mu pura matuala heijauthae mu taku kahili mo banda ku b. "Which way to the bedroom?" he asked. Shocked at hid abruptness, I just pointed. He walked in and I followed. By the time I made my way into my own bedroom, his shirt was off and he was unbuckling his belt."What is your name?" I asked."Do we really need to exchange names? Its not like we are going to be friends after this. Just take off your fucking clothes."He had a point, so I just shrugged my shoulders and began stripping."Have you ever been with a guy before?" he asked me."No." Then why do. What a slutty girl I am OMG but I need this I really do...so I get on the train and it's crowded as usual I'm standing there holding on to the pole when I smell his cologne...then I feel him press against me I have my bag in position and I see his briefcase beside me my skirt rises and his cock finds my exposed pussy and off we go again I cum so many times I lose count before he fills me up again I have my tissue ready and jam it between my lips this time I reach back and feel his cock still. At the end of our dance a friend of ours, Tom, asked if My wife would dance with him. They danced naked and he rubbed his prick all over her. She danced a second time with Tom. She put her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder and gave him soft kisses on his neck. They ended the dance with a passionate kiss. My emotions were racing out of control - jealousy and turned on. We went to a number of parties where my wife got even bolder dancing with men. She always went without underwear..