Her hand moved up and down in a rhythm and she started moaning. I pulled her to me and fastened my mouth on a fat leathery nipple, which I chewed and ...ucked. She whimpered as my hand crushed her boob like a ripe mango being mashed to extract the juice. As she clutched me with both arms, my other hand tangled in her pubic hair and my finger suddenly entered a hot wet hole. I pulled out the finger and sniffed it. It had a wonderful musky odour and I licked it. It was heavenly and I just wanted to. He was barely 18 and had just given his higher secondary exams. Son of my husband’s elder cousin, they live in a small township a bit far from Kolkata and he was planning to visit the city from a long time and now since his school was over he was our guest for a week. I won’t call him handsome but was decent looking, athletic figure with muscular build. And since I heard about his coming I started to fantasize possibilities to use him for my causes. And so I started seducing him a lot. I. I took a deep breath and my nipple stiffened under the soft fabric of my sweater. I imagined the other young man's hand lightly touching the inside of my thigh. A shiver ran through my body and my hand replaced the imaginary one, slipping inside the waistband of my skirt.My fingertips were cold from gripping the icy steering wheel. I slid my hand between my legs and held it there. The difference in temperature caused a rush within my body and the wetness began to soak through my thin panties. I. A few well chosen words and a generous donation to the kindly old priest got us inside the chapel and we took it in turns to place our feet in the well worn ruts where the great man himself had stood centuries before, it was quite a profound feeling doing that and we came out feeling very humble indeed!(Author's note: I actually cried after standing in those ruts, don't ask me why, but I did!)The market was an amazing place, bustling, lively, cheerful and very noisy, Jenny loved it immediately,.