In the morning the neighbors were up and about. When I tossed back the door flap ... I wouldn’t call it applause ... they didn’t do that ... but, ...pprobation was absolutely present. And I did get a few speculative looks from the recent crop of new women. Women tend to gang up on a good thing and I had done a good thing.From the men ... it was a mixed bag. A few looked pissed, but those were the few who had unhappy wives. Since I was new in this body I had no idea what was normal in their. I use to go to her house. First I made a plan of getting close to her so I took the opportunity of uncle and aunty clashes. During the clashes I took the side of aunty Shilpa and made to think her that I am her side. Then I started saying normal jokes she use to laugh at me. Meanwhile I try to see her sexy cleavage boobs which is of around 36d.When ever uncle is not in house I use to tell non veg jokes related to sex. This happened for long times. Then to see my progress work first I slapped. ”“Wife?”“Yes. I’m waiting for her.”“Oh. Er. Bye.”“Good-bye.”She vanished down a path, and Patrick tried to go back to Flood’s descriptions of finger markings and incised lines. He’d never thought of himself as prey. He’d have to talk to Rachel about it.She arrived about 15 minutes later, wearing a big grin. “My personal nungungi!” she began. “You were right on target!”“Could you elaborate?”“Dr. Garshin thought my precis and my outline were ‘Quite good’ (his words).”“And?...”“And he thought the. ”Moaning I griped his asscheecks tighter and bounce my head back and forth on his dickHe entwined the hair at the back of my head and eased my head back and started jacking his hips back and forth.I pulled harder as he head-fucked me. On the 4th or 5th thrust his cock entered my throat I tried to scream around his cock, but discovered I couldn’t as he rotated his hips, my nose buried in his dark curly crotch hairs. I cannot explain how great it feels to have a cock in my throat except to say it.