A sly smile curls my lips.In the centre of the room, a spot visible from every angle, she unzipped her dress, pushed it from her shoulders and let it ...all… My brain fizzes, alive with ideas. They tumble from my mind, jostling and colliding, the little jolts stimulating my creative juices. A tingle trickles down my spine spreading across my skin like oil on water. Eager to write, my hands hover over the keyboard. Ready.I stare expectantly at the blank white page on the laptop's screen. I clench. O. box in another city but she didn't knowanyone there. She opened it with more than a little curiosity. Her curiosity was replaced with puzzlementwhen the wrappings were finally on the floor and she could see the pictureof the box's contents. 'Sybian for sexual gratification', it read. It lookedlike a tiny saddle on half a beer keg with a remote. Judging from the expressionof the model in the picture 'riding the keg', she didn't need to guess atwhat must be happening where the models crotch. My hands gripped her black hair. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. She bobbed harder, faster. Sucking with such hungry intensity. Her fingers massaged my balls gently, working out the next load of cum already produced and ready to fire.“Mmm, you want my jizz, huh? Full of all those yummy vitamins you crave.”Janet moaned and nodded her head, cheeks hollowing from the force of her sucking. “You're such a beautiful bimbo. So sexy with your big tits and pouty lips. Love you, Janet.”Those. Sahab mujhe maaf kar dijiye, jail mey bhijwa dijiye. “I was finding it difficult my outburst of laughter so I looked down.My husband patted his shoulder and said that what has happened has happened. It is his fault also that none of we wife & husband tried to stop him. He said that Bansi should be happy with thought that he has enjoyed with a most beautiful and attractive lady, he fucked her. Husband requested him that he must not let anyone else know about this that he has seen Alka ( me ).