He wanted me to feel it. “Did you miss it? Did you miss my cock in your sweet little cunt?” Adam whispered. “Yes…” I moaned. “I got you... pussy juices all over my cock, want to taste it?” he could have just pushed me down on my knees and put his dick in my mouth, but he teased me by first talking about it. I didn’t reply, and he slowly pulled the cock out of my pussy. I turned to face him, and then got on my knees. My pussy juices were dripping from his cock. I didn’t grab his cock; I just. I had never felt that before but this time I did. I blushed a little. I had begun to pour myself a glass of sweet ice tea, it always kept me cool from the heat. I felt those eyes again and turned around, jumping a little since he was behind me that time. “You know what, I will have me a glass. You go get dressed.” He said as he reached up into the cabinet to pull down a glass. I gulped down my drink and left the room, smiling. I went into my bedroom and didn’t bother to close the door. My room. I want him to force me to have sex with him. I started to wear my saree and blouse so tightly. It gave a nice view of my butt and boobs. He used to touch my hand while getting something from me and touch my butt while we are in lift together and he would say sorry as like it was an accident. Once he was bold enough to push his erection on my thighs. I gave him a cold stare by that time but actually I was happy that he was trying to get me.One day my husband gone on a trip with his favourite. He had made a smaller, narrow cart that Della or one of his other lankys could pull when he was taking his hides and excess produce to market to sell. Once through the tight 500m section between two peaks, his path followed along to the northern ridge for another kilometre before the land widened out and he started down into his valley.The southern peak formed an almost sheer cliff for several hundred metres before one of the rivers that fed from an even higher peak to his south-west dropped.